Chapter Thirteen

Alora.

It was dark in the room and a part of me was scared. Something about it reminded me of the time in Jax's room, dark and alone, fearfully waiting for him to come back home and defile me in many ways he deemed fit.

While the other part of me was in pain, the shackles were like Jax's, they were handcuffs and they pinched my skin painfully, the cold metal hard and tight against my wrist.

It was like Seth had purposely tightened them to cause more pain to me and I wondered why. He seemed to dislike me a lot and was angry that Ares had let me live.

My foot stung in pain when I moved and I hissed loudly feeling tears burn in my eyes. My hands were handcuffed above my head, leaving me in a kneeling position just beside the bed and placing enough weight on my foot.

I couldn't even try to move or else my foot stung in pain. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I felt it drop against my laps. I felt so dirty, wet and tired. My cold wet dress pressed against my skin and the cold AC made it