Fallen
Then the metal met her flesh.
A shriek tore from Nina's throat—raw, guttural, broken. The searing heat sliced through her like lightning, pain blooming outward in violent waves. Her body writhed in the chains, muscles spasming uncontrollably. She squeezed her eyes shut as a scream tore from her throat, echoing off the stone walls.
The room held its breath.
When he finally pulled the iron away, the shape of the H was scorched into her skin—angry, red, and permanent.
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