Chapter 28

Nickolas

I hang from the ceiling, arms spread wide. My wrists cry out as the chains, laced with oak tree venom, burn me down to my bones. I can barely feel my back whipped until there is no skin left. Short breaths escape my mouth as my head hangs low. This is a typical day for me, but today is worse. I don’t react today. I don’t cry, wince, or yell in pain, and she is angry. My back bears the brunt of it.

I used to cry when I was 10, but once I turned 12 today, I told myself I wouldn’t give her the glory of seeing me shed tears or whimper in pain anymore. I can’t hurt her, as she made sure I was always weak. This is my way. I force my eyes through the blood dripping from my wrist to see her. Her blonde hair pulled back tightly into a ponytail, her blue eyes ablaze with anger.

I smile, the corners of my mouth curving into a dangerous smirk. I’ve gotten under her skin, and I’ve gotten her good.

“You stupid bastard!” she screams, slashing the whip acros