Keira's Pov

Like tiny shards biting at my insides, like crabs with little sharp pincers clamping on my intestines. My palms went flat on the floor, as dark blood poured out of my mouth.

“Resist it! Fight it!” Bethel's voice cut in, but I could not even hear her. The poison was working on me, twisting and turning, making me yell in pain, but as the poison kept doing its work, they did not hesitate to keep throwing the heavy bags at me, and like the other time, I felt myself slip ...