Chapter 22 Burn

Electricity pulsed through my body in waves. Pain surged, tingling under my skin and to my head.

A jerky, wild scream fell from lips. My body thrashed around, wrists burning as I was held back by metal. My guess was silver.

Pain consumed my every nerve. Darkness tinged the edges of my vision, something that I had regained with consciousness.

A man, one that I noted had been the one that had captured, was at the corner of the room. When the pain cleared up a tad, I saw that were alone.

The room I was in was painted white. There was no furniture. The only thing in it, besides the two of us, was the chain that was holding me back. There was a single, dark window that stretched across the wall in front of me.

This was borderline torture. Silver was what was hurting me so much, but they were the ones to put it all together.

Incomplete thoughts drifted around my head. Ill kill . . . where Anton, is he . . . so painful . . . gonna die . . . the hell?