Literature
Queen of Martyrs- Prologue
“Please, you’re the only person left who can help me,” came another whispered plea, her voice piercing the thick shroud of shadows that edged the walls of the room.
“I really don’t think you understand what your asking me to do” replied the other, simmering brown eyes glistening with the beginnings of agitation; mouth bent in a grim line.
“Please Nhilo, you can’t just abandon me to that life! I won’t survive!” She insisted, the throbbing of a sob starting to slur her words; bottom lip trembling and cheeks flushing with a helpless crimson as her savior continually denied her mercy. A