#Chapter10

Aphrodite

I’m always bleeding, and I’m always in pain. But this… this is different. The pain is more of an ache, a growing discomfort in my lower stomach that seems to be expanding downwards and...out.

The fire roars beneath me even more as unconsciousness seems a stupid promise, dangling just out of reach. Every time I Feel myself start to slip, either the fire or the pain in my lower torso keeps me present. Grounds me in the most sadistic, disgusting way.

“Ughh,” I whimper, wishing I could reach down and touch my stomach. Something’s very, very wrong.

As the ache morphes into shooting, stabbing pains, I find that...