The tunnel wound deep into the cave, and the deeper we went, the deeper it seemed to go. Dead ends kept appearing, but Kassie simply stepped back and crushed them with her sword.
I stayed behind, clutching my side and watching her work. No matter how much of a big boy I tried to be, no matter how hard I willed myself to ignore my wounds, they were simply unignorable. Sometimes, it was like these pains had minds of their own. I'd just be walking, minding my own business, and there'd be a quick bite to remind me that I'd sustained one hell of a scratch from the damned rope that pretty boy used on me.
'You rotten bastard. I should've thought twice about letting you live.'
I was getting truly spiteful, hating myself for giving him a chance at life after sustaining this much pain because of him. The others that had added to it were nowhere to be seen today.
