Chapter 87

• "Enough!" Harold roared, his voice echoing off the cold, bare walls. Winona quickly brought a hand to her mouth, stifling any sound that might escape. She could feel the warm, sticky sensation of blood seeping from her wounds, soaking her clothes. She yearned to scream, to voice her agony, but the fear of another brutal blow kept her silent. She remained quiet, hot tears streaming unchecked down her cheeks.
• Harold seized her roughly, forcing her head up to meet his gaze. She tried to look away, to avoid the intensity of his stare.
• "Look at me, you accursed witch!" he bellowed, his voice filled with venom. Fresh tears welled up in her eyes, spilling over and tracing wet paths down her cheeks. She wrestled with her fear before finally managing to meet his gaze. His eyes were filled with nothing but pure hatred and anger. She swallowed hard, her throat dry.