Ivy:
"Again," Arbor shouted.
My fingers dug into the grass I had fallen to. Sweat dripped down my face, falling to the ground like my blood did.
On shaking legs, I stood. The wind hit my body just right. I swayed in its rhythmic dance, my head swimming with uncertainty. I don't think I will ever get this. I was sure I might bleed out if I didn't get it soon.
That was the only thing I knew, without a doubt.
I squeezed my hands, forming fists and letting my nails dig into the wounds I had repeatedly cut into. I swallowed hard, fighting the urge to wince at the soreness radiating into my wrists.
Relief washed over me when I saw the blood leaking from my fists.
But more was needed, and there needed to be more to do what he wanted Arbor expected me to do. My body just didn't have any m
