The shackles are finally removed from Wren's neck and wrists, giving a slight bit of relief for only a moment before it is more painful than it was. The friction burns on top of the already burnt and brittle skin from the effects of the silver. The silver is so deeply embedded in her skin. It has caused so much damage for so long and now the weakened skin has come away with the restraints, but still Wren just stays on her knees without making a sound. Her palms firmly pressed on the ground as she composes herself swallowing down the pain that makes her want to scream out.
She tumbles sideways as the guards push her into the door of the cell, giving little care to the pain they are inflicting on the woman. The warriors and guards within Genesis are taught to be ruthless. There is no place
