{RIVEN'S POV}
My screams echoed against the stone walls, bouncing back at me as if trying to mock my pain. The air was damp and reeked of mold and blood. Every breath I took felt like fire in my lungs.
They had me chained up against the wall, my wrists raw and stinging from the iron biting deep into the skin. Spiked fists slammed into me over and over again. Each blow was an explosion of pain, each strike stealing the breath from my lungs.
I cried, coughed and choked as blood splattered from my mouth.
My left eye was already swollen shut. The other stung, barely clinging to focus. Every inch of me throbbed. My chest felt caved in.
I felt nothing but agony in every inch of my body.
One of the hunters sneered as he slammed his fist into my stomach. I doubled over, letting out a strangled cry.
"I always hated you, Fane," he spat. "You were always too proud. Too arrogant. Treated all of us like we were beneath you."
