All Chapters of Untameable: Enlightened Child Saga: Chapter 61 - Chapter 67

SixtyTrisha POV The memory was a hazy nightmare. The press of a sweet-smelling cloth against my mouth, the chemical taste that made my limbs go limp and heavy. Being lifted and thrown over a shoulder like a sack of meat. The dizzying rush of speed, the world blurring from warm cabin, to dark forest, to cold, damp stone, and finally, the overwhelming stench of decay. Time lost all meaning. I was floating in a dark sea, only to be jolted back to consciousness by a scream of cold against my naked back. I gasped, my eyes flying open. Leather restraints bit into my wrists, ankles, and hips, holding me fast to a metal table. I slammed my eyes shut against the blaring light overhead. Every part of my body throbbed with a deep, bruised ache. But my head was clear. Terrifyingly clear. I slowly opened my eyes, letting them adjust. I was in a sterile, stone-

Sixty TwoTrisha POV I woke to pain. It was the only thing that existed. A universe of agony, radiating from every muscle, every nerve, every inch of my skin. My arms were stiff, dead weights, and I groaned as I realized I was hanging, my wrists secured in cold metal clasps chained to the ceiling. I’d been moved. The damp, earthy smell of a dungeon filled my nostrils. The metal bit into my raw skin, aching with a deep, persistent fire. How was I still alive? My head was a leaden weight, my thoughts fuzzy. I tried to shift, to find some position that might ease the torment, but there was none. The slow *drip… drip… drip…* of water somewhere in the cell was a maddening rhythm. A cold breeze, artificial and chilling, ghosted over my naked flesh, raising goosebumps on my bruised and bloody skin. From what I could see, I was a canvas of

Sixty FourTrisha POVThe days bled into one another, a monotonous cycle of degradation in the cold, damp dark. I never saw the King again, but Zormel and Renira were my constant tormentors, accompanied by silent figures in thick, green cloaks. There was also Roarx, a hulking lycan assigned to my care. I memorized every one of their faces, etching them into my memory for a future I prayed I’d live to see. I clung to the rational hope that Gavin was coming. They hadn’t bragged of his death, and that was the only thread of faith I had left. Twice a day, they forced slop that tasted like dirt and gritty, rust-flavored water down my throat. They dressed me in a mockery of clothing, a black and red scrap of lace and silk that was more lingerie than dress. It was designed to humiliate, with its plunging v-neck, open back, and slits that ran high up my thighs. The first day, they had slath

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