Selene
Azriel, bloody. He's bleeding, and I am just watching. I am watching with a smirk on my face? Why is he? Why is he like that? I want to help him. My feet can't move. I am glued to my place, and why I am smiling? I hate it. I hate it. I want to go and I want to help him. Please, let me move.
His eyes fell on mine, his hands which are tied to the chains, trying to get up and walk to me. But the chains glow orange, and hissing sounds come from it as it rubs over his skin. He doesn't scream, he winces, but he's still trying to protect me? Why is he protecting me? I should be the one protect him in this situation. Why am I just standing here, watching, like a fool?
A slash was heard, and I look at him. Someone stabbed him. Blood oozes out of his mouth.
