Chapter Sixty-Five: Depths of Despair
Phera POV:
Author note: Detailed abuse(physical) ahead. Skip in any triggers for physical abuse trauma present.
The damp, oppressive air of the cell clings to my skin as Rex steps into the dim light, his dark eyes gleaming with a cruelty that chills me to the bone. Each of his visits marks a descent further into the depths of torment, a relentless exploration of pain that he orchestrates with a cold, methodical precision. I have lost count of the days I’ve been here.
"Good day, Luna," Rex greets mockingly, drawing out my title as if it’s a delicious morsel on his tongue.
His footsteps echo on the stone floor, slow and deliberate, as he approaches with an unhurried confidence. The room feels smaller with each step he takes towards me.
Today, hi
