Tobias said he killed Pheonix. That he killed the man I had fallen in love with. The man I had vowed to protect until my very last breath.
When I regained consciousness, I was no longer tied to the chair. Instead, my hands were cuffed to the bed post and my legs were tied with the ropes. My wounds have yet to be treated. The blood was soaking the bedsheets. And the chains and ropes scraped against my wound, making it harder for me to breathe.
I looked around the room, a small bulb was allowing the light inside the room. The endless pain in my body and the throbbing ache in my face made me realize that none of what I had witnessed before passing out was a dream. None of those moments were a lie. Tobias did kidnap me. According to him, he had killed Pheonix, my Pheonix. And then he hit me
