“They can’t hurt us no more,” Sierra says, her voice echoing through my head, bringing me back to my present. I open my eyes, swallowing down the bile that rose in my throat before turning to face them.
“That's my girl, now come over here and undo these chains and collar,” Pablo says and glares at him, walking over to the table. One of his legs was skinned and trying to heal, but there was pretty much no skin left, and I could smell the stench of wolfsbane coating them, explaining why they were not healing at all, it appeared.
“Undo the collar, there is a knife on the bench over there cut it off,” Jason says, nodding to the table in the corner which was covered in different knives and torture devices. I pick up the knife, my hand shaking as I walk over to them.
“Careful, be careful not
