Chapter 93
[SAMANTHA’s Point of View]
I screamed as I felt my skin burning when water splashed on my face. But my thirst overpowered the pain and my tongue desperately reached for the water that was on my lips.
A shifter can heal fast, but with the silver chain around my body, my cells stopped from regenerating. The burns were unsightly, revolting to the eyes like fresh meat slowly getting infected with pus.
My heartbeat was rapid and my eyes blinked several times before I was able to open them in complete darkness. I let out shallow, swift breaths as I turned my head side to side, unsure where to look as I heard those heavy footsteps again like thunder, shaking my very soul with fear.
I coughed, and I tasted blood in my mouth.
“Good. You are finally awake, woman.” The person said in this deep, hoarse tone—a voice that came from the depths of hell. “You’ve been sleeping the whole day. You know that?”
“How many days have I been here?” I asked; my tongue was like sandpaper and talking felt like swallowing razor blades. “I need food. Water.”
“Oh, you need water?” he said in a mocking tone, making me almost sob, “I just gave you water. Didn’t you feel it?”
“*sshole!” I spat at him and he burst into a maniacal guffaw. It was the most evil laugh I had ever heard in my entire life.
“I don’t think you still need those since you are going to die here anyway, Miss Samantha,” he snarled with a wide, feral grin. “But perhaps you can change my mind if you do what I say.”