(This chapter contains blood, gore, animalistic violence that many might think to be triggering. Read with care.)
ZINA
Her mothers screams did not stop the so called Tamers from dragging her out of the room and into another room.
But Zina still couldn't find it in her to show concern for the affection that her mother showed her at that dying minute. Her shoulders squared, she braced herself for the worst.
Meanwhile, Rowan kept staring at her to watch her break down there and do what every mother would do—beg for the life of their child.
But Zina did not.
Not when the Tamers tied her to silver chains as they did her mother, not when her clothes were ripped away from her until she stood stark naked bathed in shame, not when they produced a short wooden stick, two feet long that resembled her staff so much.
