Cyra

My head felt like someone had taken a fucking sledgehammer to it, splitting my skull wide open while I was passed out cold. Absolute darkness pressed against my face-not the gentle kind when you close your eyes, but the suffocating blackness of a grave. I jerked my hand to feel my throbbing head, but white-hot pain ripped through my wrist, making me gasp like a bitch. Something wet and sticky oozed between my fingers-my own blood, thick as syrup and burning like acid against the raw wounds. I twisted again, telling my body to shut the fuck up about the pain. Some sadistic prick had wrapped something around my waist so goddamn tight it felt like barbed wire slicing through my flesh, my organs practically screaming as they were crushed against my spine.