Fourteen

Calla’s POV

I found myself once in the place I frequented and dreaded at the same time. Lucian had brought me back to the dungeon, perhaps to torture the living hell out of me.

This was his method of showing me hell, if only he knew I was used to it.

He secured my hands and legs with chains, leaving me suspended in the air. He tied me up in a way that I could barely move my limbs.

He ripped my top, exposing my back to him. I was left with my bra to cover my breasts. I looked like a turkey that was to be roasted over an open fire.

My eyes fell on the usual bag he kept his tools, this time he placed the bag on a table behind me. With that, I could not see what tool he would use this time.

Before he started, he wore gloves on his hands, making him look grim.

He appeared in front of me with a short blade in one hand and a lighter in the other. He lit the lighter and hovered the blade over its flame.

He did this until the blade turned red hot. I gulped subconsciously at the sight, he was g