The Final Destination

Elira

Cold water crashes over my face, and I gasp, jerking violently awake. The shock burns through me, dragging me back from exhaustion’s cold fog. My arms ache intensely. My wrists are raw where the heavy chains have rubbed against my skin.

When I finally open my eyes, Vera’s face is the first thing I see. She holds an empty metal bucket, smirking like she’s incredibly proud of her wicked work.

Her eyes glow with dark satisfaction, a cruel spark that makes my ...