Aurora’s POV
Cold, maniacal laughter echoes through the dark cell. My heart stutters then jumps as the thin man steps out of the shadows. The syringe in his hand is familiar and sends a wave of panic through me.
“Be a good girl, and this won’t hurt as much.”
Liar.
I try to run, but suddenly, there’s a man there. He grabs me and drags me back toward the thin man.
I try to scream, but nothing comes out.
I try to fight, but they hold me down.
The thin man stabs the needle into my neck, making me cry out. Pain fills my neck as fear fills my body.
“Thorne!” I bolt up, looking around the bedroom.
A wave of nausea hits me like a truck, and I jump out of the bed and race to the bathroom. I barely make it in time. Just as I lean over the toilet, the bile that had been climbing up m
