I let out a malformed scream. I had thought that the pain of being burned alive was horrible, but this was monstrous. Instead of my skin being set on fire, it was like my insides had been set on fire. Every part of me was engulfed in mortifying pain. I screamed for death, but I knew that that wasn't going to happen.
The angel named Aro had said that this would be painful. But I had felt this, this belonging to him. Like I could trust him. Aro with his strange crimson eyes. What was happening? Where was Alec? I hated this. Why did I ever agree to this? Aro was no angel. If he could inflect pain such as this, then he had to be the devil himself.
"Mama!" I cried. "Mama save me!" I needed her. But she would never help me. I was a traitor. A performer of sins. And I knew that she would never admit to being my mother ever again.