A Healthy Dose Of Violence Goes A Long Way
The beating eventually stopped once Hilda had had enough. Aylin craned her neck as best she could, surveying the damages while still pinned to the floor by the restraints. She had one broken ankle, a busted kneecap, a slight fracturing in her left leg, a killer set of bruises on her thighs, three broken ribs, a broken shoulder bone as well as a dislocated elbow and a painfully broken collarbone. At least her neck and spine were okay. Not to mention the bumps and bruises from being hit and the burn marks from the silver cuffs. She was in quite a sorry state, to be frank, but she had more pressing matters that demanded her attention.
Above the log cabin, dark clouds began to swirl and gather, turning darker by the second. It was a large, dark swirling mass that churned and spun with energy, flying tighter together and spinning faster and faster. It was quite the sight to behold, one that could leave you in awe, and one that the residents of the log cabin were unaware of.