Chapter 112- Stubborn
Damon’s pov
She was still screaming, no longer begging as the guards dragged her to the dungeon as she continued to struggle with them.
The dungeons’ chilly air which was heavy with moisture and the smell of rusted iron stuck to my body. The room feels tighter and smaller because of the sharp shadows created by the flickering torches on the stone walls.
Trixies fragile wrists were shackled to the chair in the middle of the room and the chains shook as she moved against them.
Despite the fact that every muscle in my body ached from exhaustion and my eyes almost closed as I fought against the substances in the drink, I watched her in silence breathing slowly.
The edges of my vision became blurry and my limbs felt heavier than they should have.
My strength was being eaten by the poison—no the sleeping pills—that remained in my system. But I wouldn’t allow it to be seen.
Her goal was to make me weaker. And yet here she sat, her lips curled into something that was neither a frown nor a smile serene almost amused.
I stepped forward and steadied myself by holding onto the edge of the wooden table between us and I exhaled.
"Don’t let me force you, tell me who you are ."
Even though I was tired my voice was firm and hoarse. Trixie cocked her head with a dark gleam in her eyes.