Barbed Blood

In Magnus's blood, the thread was barbed. Each time I tried to grab it, it sent a painful stab through my head, encouraging me to chant louder, to fight harder.

His chest thrust forward as if he were arching his back away from something. The sobbing cries for it to stop were layered, echoing through the room.

The sound of chains rattling in the distance was faint, but as I dug deeper into his bl