The Prey

I didn’t want to survive this. Not like this. Not with my heart in pieces and my soul screaming.

The ropes bit into my wrists scraping my skin raw with every slight movement. My cheek throbbed where he sliced it but the pain was a cruel reminder of how vulnerable I was. Tears burned down my face, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t die here. Not like this. Not without knowing the truth. Not before I confronted Judas. Not before I poured my heart out to him—spat every word of rage and anguish straight into his face.

The sound of engines roared outside, growing fainter. They were leaving...