Chapter ONE - Weebly

three men addled. It also hammered Ethan back against
the tree. The breath was knocked from his body, and
he collapsed, landing hard on his wounded shoulder and
knee.
Darrow stood slowly. Blood flowed from his nose
and the corner of his mouth, and his cheek had already
started to darken. He didn’t speak. He didn’t have to.
Ethan knew what was coming. He saw the blood vanish
from his face, felt the ground tingle. Still, how did one
prepare for such agony?
He felt as though his skin was being flayed. Molten
steel coursed through his veins again. The spike had
impaled his head once more. This was torment beyond
anything the man had done to him before. He couldn’t
escape it, and it went on and on. He thought Darrow
would kill him with the pain. Ethan didn’t even know if
that was possible. He could hear himself howling like a
wounded animal, but he couldn’t make himself stop.
“Beg me to kill you.” Darrow’s voice, even and
calm, so close that the man could have been whispering
in his ear. “Ask me for death, and I can end this. The
others are lost anyway. You can’t save them. Beg me.”