Chapter 118 ~ You’re Not Worth F*cking

{Isla’s POV}

I stared wide-eyed in disbelief as I watched Cayden being thrashed into the dust like a blind 8-year-old.

Only that he wasn’t blind. He very much could see and he was using that sight to look at me.

Sir. Skippar was in god mode. At least he thought he was. He thought that’s how strong he was to be beating Cayden up so easily. But for the ones who knew Cayden, i.e. Daniel, Andrea, and me, we knew something was wrong somewhere.

We literally had our jaws dropped at the sight. Cayden was bleeding furiously and he wasn’t defending any of the Sir. Skippar’s blows. And if it continued this way, Sir. Skippar would end up turning Cayden into Decayed-body.

Cayden stood up for the 17th time now.

But that’s the thing. Why does he keep standing up? If he knows he isn’t going to fight Sir. Skippar, he should just—

“Ouu.” Andrea voiced beside me. This was the 7th time she was making that sound. She habitually made it at the impact of the bigger blows.

Bigger blows like Cayden getting