Anila's POV

"Oh, dear Lord, what has he done to you..." Mikaela stared at my body, uncertain where to begin treating the wounds.

"You're still bleeding down there; I must attend to it immediately."

I saw her wipe away tears from her face. As a woman, she could fathom the horror and cruelty of these injuries.

"Water... water..." My lips were cracked, making me uncomfortable.

My voice, as if my throat had been slashed, could hardly produce any sound.

"Yes, yes... you must drink water now." She picked up a glass from the table and handed it to me, but more than half of it spilled from the corners of...