Slow day today, worked long, so much less time to write.
I’ll try to make up some tomorrow.
Snippet time again, had some scenes that needed out of my head.
Title: Cursed Legacy – Sorol
Words Written: 812
Words Total: 28752
Hero Mood: In agony
Heroine Mood: Sick
Story Snippet:
Sorol braced himself for the next assault. They’d been taking turns for the past three days, never giving his wounds and fractures time to heal. He had no doubt his face was a mess. His fingers were mashed and broken, his arms twisted, both his shoulders dislocated. They’d driven a spike through his left foot and broken the right one.
“I say we get Naiche up here, or even better, Nastael. Let a Rephaim dig the information out of his brain.” Acwellan stepped closer.
Sorol jerked, but said nothing. They all hated the Rephaim, and Nastael had more telepathic ability in his little finger than twenty Nephilim thrown together. He didn’t want the guy digging around in his brain, ever.
One of the three men in the room grabbed his wrists, wrenched them up and behind him. Sorol screamed with the agony they inflicted.
“Whoa. Musta hurt.” Vezien muttered, then grinned viciously. “Do it again.”
