Elias’s POV
I need to get out of this misery. My body won’t move, every nerve is on fire, and the agony is unbearable. All I can think about is making that monster taste the same torment he left me with. He’s the reason I’m lying here, broken, while he walks free—free, and worse, with my wife.
A guttural groan escapes me as I try to lift myself, but nothing works. Even my voice comes out in a whisper too faint for anyone to hear. He hurt me everywhere—bruises, cuts, bones screaming with pain. Everywhere.
The creak of the door pulls me out of my spiral. I want to smile, to welcome the sight of my parents, but my lips won’t obey.
“Elias!” My mother rushes to my side, tears streaking her cheeks. Her hands hover over me, trembling, afraid to touch. “Who the hell did this to you?” Her voice
