Chapter 32 My Story

• I lazily get out of my bed the following morning. I don't remember coming back home since everything went black.
• As I descend the stairs, I hear painful screams from the underground basement. I follow the sounds and slowly open the door. The room is dark, with only a single bulb light hanging to the ceiling. Under the light is a badly injured man, sitting on a metal hair. I gasp when a long rod hits his back, his skin opens, and blood splatters around. Justin appears from the shadow, holding a rod and grimacing. Nikolas, too, seems in my line of vision. His gaze finds me, and he grins.
• "What are you doing here, love?" he asks; before I can answer, he lifts something in the air and brings it down the tortured man's hand, embedding it in his skin. It was a dagger. I cringe, stunned to speak.