13. Rotting In Hell

AMANISA’S POV

The last time I felt this kind of pain was when I heard my mother scream in pain twelve years ago.

The last time I felt this amount of excruciating fire in my gut and heart was when I knew that I would never perceive my mother’s sweet scent again nor would I be able to get engulfed by my father’s warmth.

The skin of my back was on fire but my heart hurt more, knowing that my mother wouldn't have wanted me to pass through this kind of treatment. This was why they sent me away when they saw death advancing toward the family.

“Forgive me, Ama.”

Arla grunted in my mind. I should be the one apologizing to her for always making her suffer. Despite her weakness due to our sealed power, she had never failed to protect me when needed but I couldn't say the same about me.

As the whip landed on my back, Arla felt the same intense burn that I was feeling. I wondered if the whip was laced with some sort of pain inducer or if I was just too tired to bare the pain it caused me.