Chapter 113. Shattered Realities

Xerina’s POV

I had no idea how long it had been. Minutes, hours, days—they all bled into each other like the wounds on my body. The concept of time had lost its meaning, consumed by the endless cycle of pain and despair.

“Get up, bitch,” Leon’s voice snarled, and before I could react, his boot slammed into my ribs. The force sent me sprawling onto the cold stone floor, gasping for breath that wouldn’t come.

The pain was immediate, sharp, and cruel, but it was nothing compared to what followed. As I writhed in agony, the memories surged forward, unbidden, like a dam breaking under the weight of too much water.

I saw myself—no, felt myself—being dragged through mud, my face pushed into the dirt by hands that were both familiar and foreign. The faces of the men blurred, shifting from one lifetime to the next. Betrayal in every pair of eyes.

“Remember this?” Leon hissed, grabbing me by the hair and yanking my head back. The strain on my neck w