The grasping fingers and gnashing teeth only reluctantly let her escape. Adara regained consciousness from one nightmare to find herself in another. She was bound to a cold stone surface, on her back, nude.
Bad things happen to naked girls.
A whimper emerged from her lips as visions of her past came back to torture her. The gleeful leers of the demons as they'd raped and abused her. The pain as they'd done things to her body that no person should ever suffer. And most of all, fear - a fear tempered by a serenity in the knowledge that it would finally all end.
Why live when living hurt so much? Why not give up when she knew everything or everyone she touched could turn to dust or die? At least by choosing death, she'd save Titus and Logan, who, in their misguided chivalry, thought they could save her.
They don't seem to realize I'm not worth it. ForsakenÉ