“ you’re in m y w o r l d now, my dear, learn
to play by the rules. ” he hisses. with another
swift movement, his foot is pressed against her
spine, careful to keep her in a position where he
could easily hurt her if she tried to move too quickly.
“ remember: if i wanted you dead, you would have
never made it to this camp. but lucky you–i’m going
to keep you alive for a v e r y l o n g t i m e . ”
she inhales sharply. ( she wouldn’t dare show him an ounce of weakness. ) ‘ as far as i’m … aware, i’m not fighting for you. ‘ vernal nearly spits - he makes her nauseous. so damn power hungry. ‘ get a fucking grip. ‘