“He whimpered, the beginning of a shallow scream, and she couldn’t help but grin, perversely satisfied with his insubordination and its lovely consequences. She wouldn’t kill him, no. In spite of his traitorous leanings, she knew him too well. He was predictable, and in that, he was safe. But she would hurt him, scar him perhaps, let him cry out just a little more.”
Illustration for ‘Wartorn.’ Digital, 2020.