Caleb

Mircea snaps his finger, and the black witch uses her magic on me, making me feel excruciating pain. I clench my teeth and think of Red. It will be over soon. I just need to endure until Tatiana gets to me. Once I am reunited with Red, I will convince her to let me mark her. I am not sure why it is so important, but Tatiana once told me it is of utmost importance to do so. I wonder if it has something to do with my power. It mostly lay dormant. Until I met Red. I am still testing what I can do with it. For now, I learned it can take any shape I want.

The pain intensifies with each passing moment. I claw the arms of the chair and bite the interior of my cheeks, the copper taste of my blood filling my mouth. Sweat runs down on either side of my face.

My father puts an end to the torture. “Enough.”

The witch continues her vicious attack for a few more minutes before stopping.

My head falls forward, and I am catching my breath when my father asks, “Will you now do as I asked?”

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