Not the end

ANNETTE'S POV.

I screamed.

The spiky whip had lashed me once more, dragging my flesh along as it ascended from my skin. 

The torment was unbearable, It made me believe days must have passed since I was taken but how would I know?

Breathing faintly, I lowered my head as the scars healed. My tormentors were doing everything to make me give up my powers but I knew too much to give in. 

I worried that Ethan was also feeling the pains; if he could see me, if he could trace me, if I was indeed alone, if winning this was even possible. 

I had tried reaching out to him but the walls of the dungeon I was held in had these powers that overrode mine. 

"You think yourself to be difficult, don't you ?" 

The demon with the whip tail asked angrily. He must have been really offended by my persistence.