Eira's POV
The air around me felt so dark and ominous all of a sudden. I am in pain… so much pain.
My eyes closed, tears rolling down, my body curled in the dark corner, and my hand clutched my chest as the pain in my heart was unbearable.
There was an echo of footsteps in the eerie silence around me.
"That must be painful, isn't it?" a woman's voice was heard. Someone had knelt just next to me.
I opened my teary eyes, my vision blurry, making me unable to see a thing in that dimly lit prison cell, except for a dark silhouette before me.
So much I felt that I could say no words, but helplessly look at the silhouette.
It knelt before me and held my hair in a painful grip and pulled me up by my hair to make me sit. The pain in my heart was too much, my body was almost limp to even react.
Her grip on my hair tightened as if she wanted to pull my hair out along with the skin. My gaze blurred even more to almost dark, my mind going entirely blank.
