DAMIEN’S POV
SIX YEARS AGO
I groan in pain as the needle pierces my skin for the umpteenth time today, it’s been a rough couple of days.
But I have come to learn something, to get anything, there has to be a price to pay.
And this endless torture is the price I have to pay, then I would pay it.
All for my best friend. It doesn’t hurt that I have to do it for my best friend, it’s the fact that my own mother agreed to it.
She didn’t hesitate, or try to think it through. Infact she aided this whole thing.
The door to the torture room creaks open, annoyingly loudly if I might add.
The room was dark and it only speckle of light brightening the room, was the small bulb placed on the ceiling, enabling the torturer to do his work.
My mom walks in, her shoes clacking against the groun
