Suzanne yelled loudly while in the restraints of the straps that securely held her together, binding her hands by her sides in case of any wild attempt.
Her scream spoke her pains. Literally, Suzanne felt fire burn her insides.
She believed the pain to be the same as the one Zolan felt, and now that she has had a taste of it, truly, she understands his plight, in what condition he was in that made him so fierce and feral, worse than an animal.
Another loud scream broke free from her lungs, she was shattered inside. If only she knew that her sympathy would result in this, then she would have restrained herself from offering one in the beginning.
Now look where it had landed her, a pain of her own. This was unfair, brutally unfair and she hated it. She depised it badly.
