Somehow, seeing Yuri like this… it’s worse than anything I could’ve imagined in my worst nightmares. At least in death, I had imagined him at peace. He was with his mother. He was happy and free of pain.
But this? This is a hell that Ozol has constructed for one reason: to hurt me.
To lord my own boy over me, to make me feel pain in my heart so acute that for the first time since the torture began, I think I am capable of giving up and dying. Because it shouldn’t be possible for life to contain this much agony.
“Yuri, my boy…” Ozol croons, even though he never takes his eyes off me. “Go and bring our second little surprise.”
Yuri turns and walks out of my cell. The moment he disappears, I explode.
“You motherfucker!” I scream, pulling at my chains, making the whole ceiling shiver with
