My Bloody Revenge novel Chapter 40

Lyra has no idea how long she's been lying here or what time it is. Day or night. Everything

melts together and without anyone to talk to it feels like an eternity. An eternity in endless

darkness. At least the pain has somehow simmered down to a mere throb that is manageable.

After that ordeal she feels exhausted despite only lying here and her entire body is aching as if

completed a full workout. Something tells there were also a moment, or several actually, when

sleep took over. Lyra finds it odd to feel without moving. Even more peculiar is staying trapped

in darkness but still know it’s not really dark. Disregarding the feeling of having cotton stuffed in

her ears then her hearing is somewhat intact still. Just a bit muffled.

That tingling sensation is always there but every so often the intensity shifts which makes her

guess it has something to do with Lydoran and whether he's close to her or not. Touching or

not. The closer he is the more intense it gets. Describing the feeling she would compare it to

small electrical jolts. When he is withing touching distance, it warms her skin and when he’s

touching it warms all of her but if he is farther away her entire body is humming in a more

restless type of way. It must be their bond but no one said it would be like this.

Another wave of pain hits her hard out of nowhere. This one nearly chokes the breath out of

her and it is as if a hand takes hold of her heart squeezing it tightly. Almost hindering it from

beating properly. Excruciating assaults over and over without mercy. Reaching a high peak, she

screams at the top of her lungs. The burning sensation also increases into a whole new level.

Forget simply feeling set to flames. This is like being stuffed into a blast-furnace and kept there.

Blinded by pain and a skin too tight for her own body she starts frantically scratch and claw at

herself and is unable to stop. It’s like an obsession. Something she must do. Yet she has a hard

time processing what’s real or only in her head. Is she really clawing at her arm until it bleeds?

Is she paralyzed? Constantly zoning in and out in a pain hazed state she doesn’t know up from

down or real from imaginative.

"You're doing good, it'll all be over soon." a voice says directly into her ear. Lydoran, she thinks

with instant calm just as another pain wave hits. Lyra screams. Her throat raw and bleeding yet

she continues to scream. What little break she got after the first screaming round does little to

nothing in helping her now. This is a never-ending nightmare.

'It hurts, make it stop. STOP!Stopstopstopstop....STOOOOOPPPP!' she screams over and over as

tears obscures her vision. Clawing at herself she hopes to take away the itchy feeling. Like have

thousands of bugs crawling over her. Voices speaks to her but the words are muffled as if