As I opened my eyes, I realised that my hands were fastened to a pillar. A cloth gagged into my mouth, and eyes blindfolded. My heartbeat raced as I heard the lingering footsteps around me.
“Who’s this? W ... Why am I here?”
No response, but the giggles. The only thing that I could deduce was that this seemed personal, rather than impartial. With my legs shivering, I tried to calm my nerves down. When I did just that, I remembered faintly that I had wronged somebody. I wondered if it was Adonis, but he wouldn't do such a thing. Would he?
He's my mate. Why would he hurt me, and our chances to fend our beings against the evil forces that rise to eradicate each one of us? I couldn't let the history repeat itself, and witness the impending death again. While my senses were engaged in seek
