Chapter Eight
Ikeepmy mouth shut as he rambles on about one thing or another, doing my best to tune him out. He is trying to break me. To get me to open my mouth and talk to him. I have no clue how long he has been here alone but by the sound of it, it has been some time. He is longing for human interaction. “Only a name, little girl. That is all I want. Just one fucking name. Tell me who you are working for,” he says, coming back to the bed from his pacing around. The small space of the building could drive any person crazy, or maybe he has always been like this. “How about this?” he says gripping at my hand still tied to the bedpost. “I can either treat your burns…” He hisses as he takes in my injured hand. “Damn, that looks nasty.” He examines it further making me turn my head just enough to catch sight of my palm. Angry red blistered flesh stares back at me. I could barely feel it before but now having set my eyes on the wound my mind is letting me know ithurts.
“Put your mind over the pain, Sobaka. It isn’t there.”Master’s words echo in my head but before I can latch onto my training a sharp slice of pain spreads across my palm causing me to cry out in agony. My head snaps higher to find Wraith cutting into my blistered flesh and shaving away the bubbledskin.
“That can’t feel good,” he tuts, his grin tipping slightly at the edge of his mouth. “One little name and I will make it stop,” he tells me, moving his knife to the next bubbled layer. Saliva pools in my mouth as bile tries to escape my throat when the blade digs into my hand. Grinding my teeth together hard enough that I feel my back molars cracking. My lungs expand and contract as I breathe heavily through my nose. “Name!” he calls out over me. His face doesn’t give way to anger, only curiosity. Like he is wondering how much I will endure until he ends up killing me. He continues on, filleting my hand like a fish. When he moves on to my other hand I can’t hold back the bile any longer. Tilting my head to the side I get sick, expelling what little I had in my stomach. As if that was all my body was waiting for, I pass out when the tip of his blade makes the first cut into my secondhand.