Chapter Four Hundred Ninety-Three

LIEF

Am I really seeing what I’m seeing?

How in the fuck?

Rage, cold and black, engulfs every part of me as I remain frozen here, kneeling next to my bed, my eyes glued to Polly’s ravaged back.

I expected a few bruises. Maybe some handprint marks. I was so sure those knife scars on the b...

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