Light Into Dark
Some saviours deliver you to evil
Sweat trickled down Aurora Withers’ face, one drop suspended from her nose, hanging before dropping to her chin. Big, brown eyes flooded with tears as a fresh wave of pain coursed through her body. Pain ebbed and flowed. She bit back a sob. Her lip quivered with the effort.
God, a sob caught in her throat. What have I done to deserve this? Silent pleas…