My cries grew weaker, as the burning sensation intensified, every drop of wolfsbane seeped deeper into my skin, tormenting my senses. Ember was loving every moment. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me to my feet. My head spun, my vision swimming with dark spots as Ember dragged me through the crowd, parading my already disfigured form.
“Look at her!” she screamed prancing and dragging me around like a mad woman “Look at this worthless thing that thinks she can take my place".
Just when I thought I was really going to drop dead, I heard the sounds of clashing metals and cries of anger. Managing to look up, I saw that it was the pack warriors rushing towards the stage but Ember’s minions had stopped them and were fighting them. Both sides fought – and soon the air was filled with grunts and shouts.
The live stream had gained a lot of viewers. Ember’s phone was buzzing every single second… the world was going to watch me die. My body was growing weaker every second. I was surprised to have lasted this long. Ember dragged me closer to the stage, her nails digging painfully into my scalp.
“I’m not done with you yet,” she hissed.