*WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GRAPHIC VIOLENCE!*
Three nights.
For seventy-two hours I had been kept inside the stone cell, and counting the seconds was the only thing that helped me stay sane. I hadn’t been given food or water at all ever since I first woke up in this hell. The hallucinations had taken over my mind, making it hard to distinguish what was real. Pain was the only thing that brought me back to reality, but it honestly wasn’t any better.
Jonathan would come at least three times a day to personally torture me. More if he was feeling bored. He had gotten creative, too. Silver blades covered in wolfsbane, letting his wolf out to play with me, watching me slowly heal before he stabbed the same place while it was most sensitive.
By now, my body was covered in bruises, wounds
