Nora's POV

He finally stopped, the beating no longer fun for him when I had stopped fighting him. He breathed heavily as he rose to his feet.

“That will teach you not to be naughty again.” He spat at me, removing the blade from my hand.

I burst into tears, using the last of my energy on tears. Hope was gone and there was nothing for me to live for anymore.

He turned his back to me, tearing off an old cloth to clean his bloodied hand. I was aware that my blood was what he was wiping off ...