Always As You Say (Book One In The Waven Series)

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Coming around was just as painful.

It was with a dull throbbing from all over. And a heavy sting on occasion.

It didn't take a genius to figure out he hadn't finished. He was still angry with me for leaving.

I couldn't speak, my mouth had been sown shut. And my eyes may as well have been for all I could move them.

He was writing again, on my skin with his knives. He says it calms him down some, makes him gentler.

Makes him want to kill me less.

Though to be honest I haven't seen this yet, jn fact it makes him more angry. He doesn't like how long the wounds bleed, makes me have to wait to read his message.

If I could talk I'd tell him not to cut so deep. Deep cuts bleed more than shallow ones.

Across my ribs now, with heaving breathes and heavy strokes. He tells me that I'm perfect, that blood suits me very well. Right before he digs the knife in deeper, puncturing my unbeating heart.

Thank god he can't use daggers, this is not how I plan to die. And with that in mind I hide my tears and bite my tongue to keep from screaming.

He doesn't like when I make noise. He's said it before, and now I have to keep him happy, I have to.

He threatened Anthony.

It hurts to even think of him in the same room as Amara's gorgeous mate. And I promised I wouldn't let The Waven touch him.

So here I am, being bled and cut and tortured. And I don't regret my promise, not even for a second. Not if it protects Mr. Beautiful.

He has the fire poker. A heated up bit of metal I only get the privilege of seeing when he fears he may have gone too deep.

He stabs it into the spot above my heart, the pain is white hot and intense, and I black out.

The Waven doesn't like it when I do that either.

I wake up to whips, metal whips digging into my skin. over and over he hits me, until I get delusional.

Until everything is blurry and there's five of him.

Digging into my skin over and over until my stiches rip, a scream pouring through my seperated lips.

He hates that.

He drops the whip and goes flying at me, tearing into my skin with his nails

Over

And

Over

Ripping my skin into strips.

I can't breathe, for my throat is exposed to his clawing hands. Throttling me and ripping gashes at the same time.

I

Can

Not

Breathe.

It won't stop, the world that is. Won't stop spinning in circles over and over. I know I'm not dying, I've done that before. It's painless and all this is is pain.

I

Can

Not

Breathe.

My head is hitting concrete, it's splitting on top.

It just won't stop spinning.

He's screaming now, telling me to wake up, he isn't finished yet.

WAKE UP! He yells, like that's going to do anything.

He's shaking me, throws me.

Kicks me hurts me beats me. And

I

Can

Not

Breathe.