C68 Pain of Secrets

“I don’t know! I swear I don’t know!” I sobbed.

Mr. Callahan pressed the tip of the knife deeper into my neck, making me scream in agony. I didn’t even know this level of pain existed.

He was cutting into the bump near my throat—the one he referred to as my

“mating gland”—pushing in deeper and deeper, drawing blood, each jab causing a horrible, burning fire to race down my body