Azzurra wiped her tears with the crook of her arm, sniffling as the sharp pain in her hand throbbed relentlessly, echoing up through her entire arm like a scream trapped in bone. She dared a glance at her fingers bent at unnatural angles, stained a chilling shade of blue. She had no idea how long she’d been standing there, balanced precariously on her toes. The moment she shifted any weight to the balls of her feet, her wrists were yanked by the rope again, the searing stretch threatening to ...