ARYA

"I'd rather die," I spat, keeping my gaze trained on him. He smirked. Then he wrapped his fingers around my neck, his eyes darkening. In the depths of his eyes, all I saw was a promise of everlasting torture. Even if he was my fate, I would fight him with all my might. His grip tightened, and I gasped, clawing at his hands. My claws dug into his flesh. Still, he didn't flinch as blood trickled down his wrists.

My vision blurred as my lungs strained for air. I could barely hold ...