Lost Creek Hollow Giggle and the flames grow higher

She called his pleading cowardly and foolish. Atreus let out another, wordless sob. Did she have any idea of how horribly everything hurt? He had already accepted his own death, so this didn’t feel like a miraculous rescue. It felt like purgatory.

I mean it, he mewled.

He wished he had the strength to take matters into his own hands but he was too weak. He was a pathetic mess, his autonomy and dignity stolen along with his masculinity, and he was at this strange woman’s mercy. Atreus began crying harder before throwing up again.