Heavy breathing permeated the cathedral hall as Emily struggled to stay calm.
Considering the torture she'd just undergone, it was a miracle that she still had it in her to persist.
Her pristine white gown was stained with her blood, while a protrusion from her belly was now visible for all to see.
Though she found it difficult to stay conscious, she could tell that the cathedral was now empty with only her as the sole occupant.
"I'm sorry."
She stiffened, her mind racing as she wondered who had spoken.
But then, as though coming to a realization, she slowly looked above only to find that the face of the man on the stake had his eyes staring directly at her.
"You… you can talk?" She muttered in a hoarse tone.
The man's eyes dropped as he replied. "Unfortunately."
Silence followed as Emily found herself drifting between a conscious and unconscious state.
