The Marking

Esma’s pov

The first thing that I was aware was something heavy draped over my shoulders. It constricted my movements. The second thing that I slowly became aware of was a wall behind me.

My eyelids seemed to be too heavy to be lifted. When I tried to move, a wave of pain travelled through my body, forcing a whimper out of my lips. I instantly felt like thousand needles were pricked on my body simultaneously.

“Esma,” a deep, manly voice rumbled over me. it took me some moment before I recognized the owner of the voice. I wanted to open my eyes to look at his beautiful face but it seemed like a tedious job for me.

“Are you awake?” the same voice whispered, this time there was an urgency in his voice. I was only capable of whimpering in pain. My whole body seemed to be in some kind of post-burn-condition. the pain was unbearable. It made me numb.

“Esma.” His voice was gentle enough to be mistaken as the chime of the wind, “Are y