Belladonna curled and uncurled on the floor, scratching her nails against the red rug.
Nothing felt comfortable enough to give her even a little ease, despite the fact that she was already naked, the heat didn't leave.
The next thing she felt was cold water dripping down her skin as someone dumped a bucket of it on her body.
Water should kill fire but it had only worsened the situation.
It felt more like fuel instead and her cry of agony was lung wreaking. The scream tore through her body, her face wet with unending tears as she danced around the floor like a salted worm. Wishing with all her heart that the pain would just go away.
Kestra was fast to lay her hand on her, chanting a spell as fast as she could, her incomprehensible words stumbling over another till the Bride stayed still and her breathing was once again even.
Together, the three ladies lifted her up to the bed.
