Elijah
"LET HER GO!" I fought against the silver restraints that wrapped my wrists, the floor cracking and my flesh tore, biting into my already ruined arms.
The whip cracked, and Ariella screamed in agony, slumping in the middle of the room, naked except for a few remnants of what was her dress, her body covered in an array of healing bruises and wounds, her back torn to shreds.
Her golden hair stuck to her face, sweat pouring and her aura wavering.
Alistair drew back the silver-tipped whip, smiling cruelly. "Where were you, Caramia?" He repeated.
Goddess, at this point I don't even think he'd accept anything she said!
"Stop it! You'll kill her! Please!" I begged through my tears, one of the guards grabbing my shoulder and smashing the pommel of his sword into the top of my sp
