Daphne's Pov

I stunk, if I could say the least. The stench of my blood hit my guts and I felt my stomach churn in disgust. My face felt dry and parched from tears and snorts. I was a heap of dirt. A complete mess.

The cuts and bruises from my arms burned with pain, seared through my body. I gritted my teeth with every movement I made. It was as though my body was covered in hot lava. The pain was burning its way to my head. It was only a matter of time before the cuts would get infected, if it hasn't already.

Grunting, I pushed myself to...