MAGGIE'S POV
Chattering teeth due to quivering jaw, clenching the teeth in effort to keep the jaw still, dropping the jaw so as to breathe in ore oxygen in preparation for what is yet to come.
I was still recovering from his hard slap. Searing fiery bursts pulsated around the wound, intensifying with each dragging step, jarring around and brutal.
With each step, the pain amplified, the body muscle quivered, my consciousness ebbed. Black mists swirled at the edges of my mind drawing me into sweet oblivion.
As much as I tried to hold it in, the pain come out like an uproar from my throat in the form of a silent scream.
The beads of water started falling down, one after the other, without a sign of stopping. I tried to scream but my voice was melted by the sound of the place.
The muffle
