Chapter 62

I jump when a warm touch on my arm breaks my internal bubble, crashing back to the still darkness of my prison, and I lash out ferociously.

“Don’t touch me!… None of you will ever touch me again. Leave me alone!” I cry out, fighting shadows and cruel hands with so much pain and anguish in my voice as I fail to grasp where I am anymore. Lashing out with one hand to slap and scratch at whoever gets near.

“Camilla?” Alexi’s voice sounds different and far from me, alien to how he ever sounds. His dark silhouette appearing close by between the flashes and slices of other faces. I can’t look at him, at the monster who takes pleasure in all the suffering of those weaker than him. The beast that uses my wounds against me in any way he can. I shift away, trying to crawl into the darkest corner of the room to hide and curl back into a smaller space to hide from them all.

“Cam?… London?”

They sometimes can’t find you at all if you’re small and quiet. Reverting to a chil