The Pretend Darkness
"It's all this jerk's fault. Once we get rid of the evil haunting her, Zane, you'll start to heal."
The tears I shed were for the person I had been in my previous life.
The witch, after about 100 lashes, was running out of steam, gasping for breath as she paused.
Maybe Zane's extra padding was doing its job, because he still had enough energy to hurl insults. "Let me go, you scumbags! Let me out! I'll make you pay!"
He could rant all he wanted. I knew the witch had more than one trick to play.
The nastier Zane's insults were, the more 'fun' he got to experience.
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