Lily’s povRed water pours into my throat. I'm sinking, slow, heavy. Above the surface, shapes blur, shadows moving, clashing. The scrape of claws echoes, distant and sharp. A howl cuts through. Mother's face wavers, then vanishes. Dad's roar trembles through the red. Deeper. Darker. The water closes over me.***“No!!!” I screamed and jerked off. A burning sting tore across my skin. I jolted awake with a scream, when I opened my eyes, the world blurred through tears, iron weighed down my neck, 50 metres long, holding fifty slaves in a single line.A voice dictated, “Up! Up!” Another hot sting landed on my arm.“You need to be fast, else the beating won't stop, I am Veyla.” She said with her bruised face, pale skin and a blistered lips“I am Lily Ashcroft, how long have you been held captive? I asked carefully “Three years,” she replied“Stop talking to avoid flogging” a voice came through from behind.“That's Marathiel, my twin,” I looked at her small, violet eyes, scars filled her
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