They Mourned The Wrong Daughter

Summary

Five years in the suffocating depths of the Blackwood forests, where I was sold like cattle by the girl who stole my life.

I ran ninety-nine times.

And ninety-nine times, they dragged me back, treating my body like a canvas for their cruelty. Bones that shattered and mended crookedly. A belly that swelled with forced pregnancies and then hollowed out. A tongue snipped away, piece by agonizing piece, until only a mutilated stump remained.

Before my hundredth attempt, I decided to end it all. I was going to poison every last one of them.