Chapter 91
[SAMANTHA’s Point of View]
I gasped violently, followed by the excruciating pain of the wounds around my wrists and ankles and body spasms, as I screamed in agony.
My body twitched to the side. I gritted my teeth as the flesh on my wrist hissed and sizzled under the burning effect of the silver chain. I looked at the wound and it was deep and white with the edges blackening like a toasted meat.
A tear ran down my face as I pursed my lips and suppressed a sob. My throat was so dry it felt like I was swallowing hot sand while my voice turned raspy and hoarse. There were terrible cracks on my lips and dry skin started to peel off of it. Every inch of me was screaming in pain. There were hours when I couldn’t feel anything but to beg someone to just kill me and end this misery. I could feel myself slowly fading when the pain got intense and there was no one, nothing in this g*dd*mned place to help me. Or even hear my pleas.
I woke up again to the sound of the dripping water. My coughing reverberated all over the empty, dark place as I looked around. My brows deepened as I heard something strange. Something like a murmur of someone with words that were beyond my comprehension. Sorcery? Could it be a witch who got me and imprisoned me in this place? My senses sharpened, desperate to know more—hoping I could talk to the culprit and make a deal with him or her to get out of this place. But the question is, are they willing to listen?
They hated me enough to make me suffer like this. They used silver chains and left me to rot in here. They wanted me dead. They wanted me to erase from Dominic’s life and never to come back to Silver Crest.
Another gasp escaped from my chapped lips when I heard heavy footsteps coming towards me. I held my breath when I saw a tall, huge silhouette of a man stepping out of the darkness. I squinted my eyes when he lit a small oil lamp, bright enough to see my worn-out face.
“W-Who are you?” My voice was raspy as I looked helplessly at the man. His face was covered with black cloth. I stared at him, trying to see the color of his eyes, but I was too dizzy that my eyes couldn’t focus. My vision was too blurry for me to see anything familiar on his features, and I was too weak to speak. A whimper escaped from my lips as I turned my head side to side and closed my eyes. The world seemed to be spinning when I focused my eyes on something. It made my stomach feel so sick and famished.
Something about the man made him look familiar to me, but I couldn’t tell whether it’s the feeling of his presence or his scent. I had a feeling I had met him before, but I was too weak to think. I was too exhausted to even beg the man to free me from the chains.
“Samantha.” The voice of the man was deep. He even sounded like a robot—like he was using something to alter his voice to make it unrecognizable. “I bet you already have an idea why you are here.”
“I don’t!” I spat at him and grimaced. It was as if I was swallowing sharp knives down my throat. “Take these chains away from me!”