Jason could barely open his eyes when Clarissa walked up. She smirked, her eyes held an evil glint to them as she studied him.
"You look terrible." She commented.
Jason ignored her, he was too weak and tired to care. Clarissa growled and forced him to look at her. She slapped him across the face before looking at the ground.
There was a small puddle of blood that was drying up, she frowned. She then looked at his wound to see it slightly infected.
"Looks like I need to open this up again." She mumbled.
Jason stiffened, "N-no, please...no more."
"Sorry not sorry."
He let out another scream, tears burned his eyes as he struggled to escape Clarissa's claws. She rolled her eyes at him before withdrawing her claw and pouring the blue liquid on it. He continued to scream, the silver chains burned him as he struggled against them.
Clarissa chuckled, "Have fun in hell, traitor." She spat at him.
Jason cried and vomited blood, the tears mixed with the blood on the ground as he continued crying. He eventually passed out, his body sagging against the chains.
When he woke up again it was night and it was freezing. His body was shivering, making him feel even worse. His side felt as if it were on fire, it stung every time he moved. He tried to move to look at it, but the pain became unbearable. He released a breath and looked up at the sky.
"Please...I'm sorry...please, end this." He pleaded, his voice cracking.
"No one wants me...I'm worthless. Please...."
He begged for hours on end, but by dawn, he was still alive. He sobbed and collapse against the chains, used to the burning pain they gave him. He didn't care anymore, he just wanted out. He wanted all of the pain to end. Both emotional and physical pain.
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Dimitri's Daughters
Werewolf*Third book* When Dimitri suddenly disappears, Sage and Sara must step up and face their own problems while leading the kingdom and saving their father. But what happens when the least expected person, changes?
