Chapter 98

Karsyn

It's been years since I've seen Clarence Night, fourteen to be exact. He looks different than I imagined. In my mind, the last fourteen years he's remained the same way he was the day he kidnapped me. His hair a light brown, skin tanned by the sun, clean-shaven, and muscles honed by doing whatever he did before he took me.

I'm unprepared for the man who walks out with his hands shackled to his feet. While these last fourteen years have been good for me, it's obvious they've been awful for him. Gone is the light brown hair, replaced with gray and greasy splotches of white, the skin that was once vibrant now has a pallor almost looking jaundiced, the muscles he used to hold me still and silent aren't there anymore either. He's a shell of the man he once was, and while I thought I'd be happy about that, I'm not. I feel sorry for him in a way. Yes, what he did scarred me, but at least I got to live.

Looking at him?

He never did.

That doesn't sway me though, I still have a