Strelitzia wasn't sure if it was her distressed mind or if they'd done something to her because she didn't remember being brought inside or being strapped down to a metal table. At some point she'd been stripped entirely nude and left to shiver beneath thick leather restraints that held her down. The white walls made her eyes hurt. The only break in the horrid monotony was George scurrying about the room, preparing the tools they'd use to maim her. She couldn't bring herself to look too closely at the things he grabbed. What was the point in scaring herself more?
At least since they were alone she didn't have to pretend to be strong or that she was unfazed by the looming threat. A small part of her wanted to feel pity for the man who sold his free will for his little brother, but the feeling was fleeting when she knew he would kill her given a single word from Colton.