67

Andricia

The cold seeps into me from the stone floor I lay flat on. Staring at the moon through the bars of the open window. Blood slowly seeps out from my shoulder. When sleep had finally found me I was awoken by two wolves kicking my already battered body to a bloody pulp. My blood is simmering due to the rage building deep within me but still I lay staring at the moon not acting on it. I’m not sure how long I’ve laid here but a lot of the blood on and surrounding my body has dried. My shoulder continues to bleed where Justin's canines ripped into my skin. Nausea grows within me at the image of it playing over and over in my head. Begging has done nothing for me as Death hasn’t claimed me as its prize yet. I thought I would feel her cold grip on me but every time I feel it creep in icy blue eyes flood my mind and I feel her let me go. It is agonizing and I can’t take the teasing much longer. Soon it won’t be my choice if I stay or go.<