#Chapter25 Vanka
I don't get far, because he catches me by the back of my hair effortlessly, snares and tugs it, and throws me backwards as though I'm a limp rag. Smashing me into the vanity with force, sending me crashing through mirror and splintering wood into a heap on the floor, as heavy objects tumble on top of me. Pain slicing at my body as I convulse at the assault and am rendered mute with the wind being knocked out of me. Completely defenseless, weak and no match.
I submit to the pain, as I feel every single one of those slicing shards pierce my skin, writhing in agony and bleeding out. I scream out loud. A blood curling wail of agony as I'm inflicted with a thousand tears and cuts and the bone crunching, splintering, of my body snapping.
