Chapter Seventy Five

I'm pretty sure my jaw stays open for a good number of minutes before I remember to close them back. There are four gammas making their way in, two on either sides of her. She's dressed in a simple white dress, soiled all the way down the front with what seems to be blood. Her braid has come undone and her hair falls around her face in big, thick volumes so that I can't even see her face. The shackles around her wrists and ankles are huge and choppy, slightly tinged blue purple, indicating that they are not the usual shackles that just about anyone can get out from, the harder you try to tug against such shackles, the more they dig into your skin and leave traces of their poison behind. What exactly the hell is Edna doing in this position?

She looks so tiny and frail in between them as she's being dragged in like a doll who weighs nothing. When they throw her forward, sending her screeding across the floors, I can't take it anymore. I push to my feet and rush forward, lowering myself