Chapter 40 Part Five: Rise Again Chapter 40: The Pyre

A soft hand lifted me, guiding my leaden body forward as another gently plaited my hair and washed my skin with a rough, perfumed cloth. A dream? A cruel fantasy of comfort? The burning rawness in my throat and the deep, tearing ache in my muscles said otherwise. My arse felt flayed, turned inside o...

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