Page 175 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

I woke up to the sensation of bones shifting in my back, and the crunchy noise echoed against the tiles.

My stomach churned and rolled until bile mixed with the tears that poured down my face.

I bawled.

Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack.

Yet again the world went dark.

Nonsensical words and situations spun through my head.

“You’re damned like me,” Mother whispered.

A towering man pressed on my eye.

Jinx screamed as she spasmed on my bed in the manor.

I shivered after Mother set me on fire. Lying on the floor of the fae palace, I hugged myself as my teeth chattered from the cold.

Hot spray pounded me.

Crack.

My back bowed.

I was free-falling through the air, arms spread wide with a pipe between my lips. It felt like freedom.

Crack.

I vomited.

Whimpered.

There was a loud bang and swearing.

A ringing sensation in my ears made it warp and echo.

“What is wrong with her?” Malum asked, his voice like whiskey and broken glass.

The ringing sensation intensified.

Orion’s lyrical voice said, “We have to help her.”

“Aran, what’s wrong?” John asked. “Is this pain from the challenge?”

Hands started to pick me up.

Scorpius’s cruel voice sneered, “Don’t touch Arabella. This is your fault. Why the hell would you let her run and hide afterward? We should have given her medical attention first, you fucking idiot.”

The hands pulled away.

Crash.

Grunts.

Swearing.

I tried to move, but my limbs wouldn’t cooperate.

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