Chapter 32

• Fiona’s POV
• Beg for mercy? Not a fucking chance in hell.
• I’ve begged for mercy so many times all my life that the words have lost their meaning. My life was like an endless abyss, a pit I can never crawl out of, no matter how much I claw at the sides. No matter how much I begged for it to be over. Hopeless. That’s the word, isn’t it? That’s what this is. This existence. It was something I’d never wish an enemy. The utter feeling of hopelessness and despair. The constant alertness that came with it all was truly disheartening.