#Chapter25 Vanka

I don't get far, because he catches me by the back of my hair effortlessly, snares and tugs it, and throws me backwards as though I'm a limp rag. Smashing me into the vanity with force, sending me crashing through mirror and splintering wood into a heap on the floor, as heavy objects tumble on top of me. Pain slicing at my body as I convulse at the assault and am rendered mute with the wind being knocked out of me. Completely defenseless, weak and no match.

I submit to the pain, as I feel every single one of those slicing shards pierce my skin, writhing in agony...