My throat is aching, hours upon hours of screaming and crying have ravaged me. It's probably unusable now.
I wonder when they will let me out.
If they let me out.
Shivers overtake my body, rattling me so hard my head smashes against the wall and I see stars. The concrete floor is sucking out any heat left in my already ruined body. I can feel the blood turning to ice in my veins.
How long till this kills me? Minutes? Hours? Days?
I hear footsteps approaching and my body locks up. After a few minutes they pass, and a whimper escapes my throat, tearing its way up. Slowly, steadily it builds into a howl.
Eventually I tire myself, and pass out huddled in the back corner.
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Night blood
FantasyIris has been apprentice to the dark witch Kiyra since she was young. Kiyra works for the Night lord, doing his dirty work and making potions. Iris has gone unnoticed until one day she starts developing unusual traits for a human, and her and Kiyra...
