“I’m going to write my story in your fucking skin,” I growl. “Let’s see if you can survive what I endured. Ready?” Her eyes grow wide with fear. She screams as I press the iron blade to her back, but the sound is lost to the powerful control of Neith’s thura. “Perfect,” I viciously praise. “I screamed until no sound came out too. Now, let’s start with how I woke up in a cage and learned that iron burns.”
