Alpha Zac
they nod.
Elias presses the blade's tip to my skin; pain erupts in my shin, my body wanting to jerk in reaction, but heavy hands hold my weakened body down. I scream in pure agony as the blade drags down, slicing through the top layer of my skin. Black spots dance across my vision, my stomach knotting, my body trying to convulse, but the firm hold not allowing it. My head rolls back, my shoulders rising to meet my ears, my breath stuck in my throat, my eyes locked on Kysons adam apple above me. I watch as it bobs, just slightly with each breath he takes; I focus on it, trying to ignore the feeling of being carved alive. I last remember the black spots growing together to form a veil.
Bab Populer