When Sinners Rise (House of Skin Book 5) by Charlotte E Hart & Rachel De Lune

Author:Charlotte E Hart & Rachel De Lune [Hart, Charlotte E & Lune, Rachel De]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-04-22T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY

MIRI

It’s quiet.

Finally, it’s quiet.

I don’t know what time it is, or if it’s been more than a night, but the small reprieve from the sounds of torture is a win. I need to take anything I can as a sign of hope.

There’s a bag of crisps just outside the gate, so someone must have visited me while I slept. Funny, I didn’t think I’d be able to sleep in here. Exhaustion must have pulled me down. And now the idea of that brute delivering me food and watching over me when I wasn’t aware of him gives me the chills. Is he the one making the girls scream?

Maybe it was Shaw.

My subconscious drops that one into my mind, and I try to slap away the little glimmer that comes with the thought he might be back. He’s a monster. And I’m a fool. But he’s also the only possible way out if he does show up again. We have a connection, I’m not too stubborn to admit that, and if he sees more of me as a person – the girl outside of the cage – then there’s a bigger chance he won’t go through with whatever plan they have for me.

I sit up and try to stretch some of the aches out of my body. The fight with Shaw and the uncomfortable ground has left me sore. If I have to fight again, I’m going to be slow and clumsy.

My feet brush over the dirt and grit on the floor, looking for anything I can try to use to pick the lock. My dare with Shaw got me so far, but he said the door was guarded. Which means I'd probably just be dragged back.

The circles of questions in my mind make me dizzy, and I snatch the bag of crisps through the bars to sit down and eat. At least the salt tastes good.

Over the crunch and crack of the crisps, the low cry of someone starts up again. It’s a desolate and sad sound that only reinforces the shit position we’re all in. Naja said she wanted me to be safe. I’m sure she couldn’t foresee the events that have unfolded since she left me, and I wonder if it was worth it for her because, from where I am, it hasn’t been.

I lick my fingers and wipe at the inside of the packet, getting every last spec of salt before leaving it on the floor.

The noises and screams begin again, growing louder and louder, with random interludes that form their own kind of torture as I wait to hear what’s next.

Time continues to pass with the haunting noises of this place as the only company. Thirst and hunger start to cause me to worry, and I imagine what it would be like to be left here. It makes me want to get up and rage against the bars, yell and scream until someone comes. But I talk myself down and wait. They wouldn’t have gone to all this trouble just to let me rot.

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