Chapter 82

FIVE HUNDRED YEARS AGO It went on for weeks. Every day after Marcus left, Andrew, Dale, and Raine would be taken away. Their torture continued – every day, they had new wounds and looked weaker. In their weakened state, it was impossible to fight against the warriors who took them back and forth between the room and the cells. For the first few days, Rose cried herself to sleep. When she found out about her sister’s death – Marcus taunted her about it on the second day while telling her she had no one on her side and her life was in his hands – a part of her died. She gradually became numb to it all – it was the only way she could go on. As long as the others were still alive, she would go on, even if she was nothing in the end. If she couldn’t set them free or make him pay, then her life was meaningless. Every day, she prayed, begged, and bargained with the Goddess for her estrus to hit. Her prayers were answered three weeks later. She was in heat for three days. While it was what she