Chapter 7
Rhysand
The following days were a haze. They had me on so many drugs that I could barely think straight, my thoughts coming and going like the tide. Throughout the day I tried to keep my mind focused. I couldn't afford to let myself drift off, not while Feyre might be suffering because of me.
By the end of the day the pain killers had worn off, leaving me in tremendous pain. Maybe this was Jurian's way of saying fuck you; make sure I couldn't focus well and then leave me in pain when I could.
When I was alone I tried to stand and do any exercises I could manage. I had to rebuild my strength so when we got out of here I would be useful, but I could barely walk 5 feet without groaning.
My worry for Feyre increased everyday. Jurian had said that he would break her, but would he make me watch? When we got out of here would she be the same Feyre I knew? Before I knew it tears were falling down my cheeks. What if Feyre had already been hurt? Jurian had gone right to work on me, so why wouldn't he do the same to her?
My wings were already gone. There was nothing I could do, but what if I could save Feyre before she endured something horrible.
The nurse walked in and I turned my face away before quickly wiping my tears and pretending to be asleep.
Feyre
I was trash. I had been unable to do anything the other night. I had given up when I needed to fight back. Shame coursed through my blood and Panic kept a grip on me every night. I rubbed my eyes as I paced around the room again. I needed to get out of here.
My stomach growled as I sat down; they haven't been giving me enough food and I was starting to feel the effects. I took a deep breath and looked at my chains. The inkling of a plan started to form.
Next time that door opened I would get out of here.
vVv
I heard soft footsteps coming down the hall. I shot up, making my way towards the door and tightening my grip on the chains. Someone spoke before opening the door. I lunged, flinging my chains around their neck and pulling as hard as I could. Jurian struggled against me.
I smiled when he let out a strangled scream, trying to throw me off of him. I pulled tighter as he scratched at my hands. The scratches were nothing compared to the pain I've already endured. I wanted him to die. He needed to die.
I went flying sideways, someone barreling into me as I gasped, trying to get back up, "No!"
Fury raged through me as I started to hit whoever was on top of me. I needed to kill him. He had done the unthinkable. Jurian was clutching at his throat and wheezing as two guards helped him up and out of the room. I tried to force myself up.
When he had been safely escorted out of the room, whoever was on top of me got off and left quickly before I could get up. I snarled as I scrambled to my feet and started pounding on the door, "FUCK!"
I kicked and pounded at the door, swearing hysterically. Finally I went to the cot and sat down, putting my head in my hands, "Damn it."
What would they do to us now? I hadn't even thought about what would happen if everything backfired. Would my actions affect Rhys? I leaned my head back against the wall and swore again.