Chapter 19. Devil May Cry

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The moment Xerxes strode out of the tent with my baby girl, reality dawned on me. It hit me harder than ever before. The fact that he commanded the nurses to get rid of me after everything? I had let him use me, ravish my body every night, kill my husband, and get away with it for the time being. Now, at my lowest point, he ripped my daughter away from me as well!

“Xerxes!” I roared.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see several bodies rushing toward me as if in slow motion. My newly acquired senses seemed to intensify every smell, taste, and sound, and slow down movements to my liking. Although, it still tortured me.

I embraced my pain and screamed as an expression of my anguish. The next thing I knew, those medical practitioners began to hit me with clubs and wooden planks. They aimed for my skull and midsection, each strike geared at sending me lifeless. If only they knew.

Although the pain was maddening, I used it to fuel my fury. P