Chapter 49

Isabella was barely conscious as she came down from the altar, with her body being covered in dried blood and her wounds already healing. Hearing the words coming out of the leader's mouth, she felt like bursting into tears but she held herself, partly because she was too weak to complain and partly because she couldn't be bothered anymore.

“You're not complaining”? The man asked, bending down slightly to stare at her cloudy eyes.

“No…I won't”. Isabella replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Hmmm, looks like we've managed to whip that talkative attitude out of you”. He said with a satisfied smile. “What do you think guys”? He asked, turning to the other people around him in cloaks.

“They must be initiated the same way we were initiated”. A voice said behind a cloak which felt like it belonged to an elderly woman. “I had to go through, beatings, emotional torture and I also almost killed my own son so they both definitely can't be part of us until they go through what we did”. She