Warning:this chapter contains graphic details of violence and torture.
He was still making his way through the forest, clothes torn, drenched in sweat and covered in dirt. It wasn't a pleasant sight, and the smell of his body odour was overpowering. He hadn't stopped to bathe, forcing himself forward even as he felt like collapsing. Damon cursed being human and the slow pace he was enduring, wishing he still had the ability to shift. How the f""K did humans live like this?
He'd been able to thwart off the trackers, very pleased at being able to kill two of them, even as a human. It had been so much fun, watching the light fade from their eyes as they died. He had watched, even laughed at their futile whimpers. He'd taken great delight at leaving that message for that b***h Candice, know
