Hey guys I've been ultra busy but here's a filler chapter to put you on with- hopefully I'll update soon. Read and review please xxx
A shooting freezing ache engulfed her whole body. Her whole being was a mass of unbearable pain. Pain unlike anything she had ever experienced, she'd been tortured numerous times - the pain from that had been nothing compared to this. She couldn't focus on anything, she was cold, so cold. Her wrists were sore and bleeding, bound to a rickety wooden chair placed in the middle of a dank room full of leaking pipes. She couldn't remember the events that had led her to this, it was too cold for Israel, she'd been heading to the airport hadn't she?
Her brain couldn't determine where exactly she was , the only thing registering was that she was hurting, her body was injured so badly that her brain couldn't process all of her injurys. She repeatedly kept trying to open her eyes more, all she could manage was a few seconds before they unwillingly closed due to the overwhelming tiredness that resided in her bones. She tried to unlock the handcuffs binding her wrists. It was a bad move on her part as a piercing pain shot up her arm, she bit down hard on her lip to prevent from crying out. However due to the cold she was numb, numb enough that she didn't realise she'd bit into her lip, leaving a crimson streak against ashen skin. The movements of her hands had jarred her broken fingers,this had reignited the fiery pain that now circulated around her hands. She couldn't think straight she was in so much pain, her body was traumatized, the mix of the cold and her injurys too much for her slender form to handle. The thoughts in her mind were not helping, they were jumbled and confused, all but one. Jethro. She loved him, he'd apparently not returned that love, she'd left and now she was were she deserved to be - alone and in pain with death quickly approaching. She knew she deserved this, despite the pain it caused her because she was not worthy of love, and the world and it's people just kept proving this point. As she wavered between consciousness and blessed darkness she thought she heard a door creaking open but then the darkness engulfed her, which at that point was a blessing.
Ari entered his sister's prison, pleased to see the state that she was in. He knew by just looking at her that death would surely be taking her, hypothermia had taken hold, her skin was ashen and ice cold. Her wrists were open and bleeding as a result of her thrashing around, bruises were formed were he had manhandled her and her hands were swollen, with fingers bones at odd angles. The bone on her ring finger on her rights hand had come up out of her skin. Excellent considering the pain he would place upon her had only just began.