Kamrynn's POV
Marwynn’s chanting grew louder, her voice taking on an almost frenzied rhythm. She picked up the knife, its blade gleaming dangerously in the flickering candlelight, and approached me with purpose. My eyes widened in alarm.
“What are you—” I started to ask, but she cut me off.
“Stay still,” she ordered. “This is part of the process.”
With practiced precision, she made small, shallow incisions along my arms, shoulders, and legs, carefully avoiding my stomach. Each cut sent a fresh wave of agony through me, and I couldn’t stop the sob that tore from my throat.
“I can’t—” I choked out, my voice trembling. “This—this might’ve been a mistake—”
“Endure,” Marwynn snapped, her voice cutting through my despair. “You are stronger than the poison within you.”
Her words were like
