บท 46: Chapter 46 - Kiema

The pain is what woke me up. My whole body was one giant bruise. Shit, shit, shit.

"She's awake," an unfamiliar female voice said.

"Excellent. Ms. Feuer, please open your eyes," a new person demanded.

I wanted to keep my eyes closed on principle, but I needed to assess my surroundings. Prying my lids open made me feel like I'd run a marathon; I was so exhausted by the time they opened I needed a freaking nap.

I was on the floor of a moving vehicle, staring up at five unfamiliar faces. Two women, three men. None of them looked very friendly.

"Good. You'll want to continue to follow my orders, Kiema. It keeps him from doing bad things," the older of the two women said, a snarky smile on her face, as she pointed at a shaved-headed man with so many facial piercings, I struggled to distinguish his features. I almost screamed when he opened his eyes. He had exact replicas of his hazel irises tattooed on his lids.

Never before had I ever felt like prey so much as in this moment.