But no one came. Not a single soul. Nadine’s silence was louder than any mockery. Leandro’s expression never softened—he only watched, as if my suffering was entertainment.
The second nail. Then the third. Every tear of flesh sent lightning bolts of agony racing up my legs, wracking my body with violent sobs. My voice grew hoarse from screaming until it was nothing but broken gasps.
And then—darkness. My body couldn’t take it anymore. I fainted.
When I woke again, pain throbbed through me like a living thing, every breath trembling against it. My feet were bandaged, my body cold and weak. But even through the haze, a thought anchored me.
It’s okay… just a few more days. Just hold on.
Soon, I would be gone. And I would never look back.
I woke up with my body burning, but not from rage this time—from fever. Every muscle screamed, every breath rattled. The throbbing in my toes from the cruel punishment made it impossible to walk properly.
Days had passed like that, slipping in and out of consciousness, but not once did Leandro open the door to check on me.
Not once.