Treading on Eggshells
Rane took a step sideways. Bai pulled on the chain with all his strength. She cried out, the knives and swords scratching her on either side like oversized sharp fingers.
She tripped over the last knife and tumbled to the ground, all her wounds crying out. Her palms hit the ground with a thump and she crouched there, trembling. Blood dripped from a wound on her cheek and stained the stark white floor.
Her vision blurred because of the pain. She was gasping, but she barely heard herself. Rane squinted at the droplets of blood that were forming patterns on the floor.
“Stand up,” Bai said, smirking.
Rane wiped blood that dripped into her eye. “Shut up,” she hissed. “It’s painful.”
He shrugged and tugged at the chain, jerking her upright. All her wounds screamed. “If you stay here until the wounds heal, you’ll be here forever.”
“Why,” she coughed out the word. Her neck began to hurt again.
“Time heals wounds but there’s no time in Elusive.”