C13 Chapter 13

NATHANIEL

I was strapped to a bed, whimpering as the man drew closer with a syringe in his hand.

"I promise this won't hurt," he cooed with a smile.

"No," I cried, yanking at the bindings that held my hands and legs in place.

What the fuck was happening?

It took me a while to realize the thoughts weren't mine, but Ayra's. I opened my eyes, expecting her to squirm in bed