Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw. The world around him dulled through a crimson haze as his eyes burnt and bled from the maelstrom of rage and fury which went ballistic inside of him.
He clamped his teeth together so tightly that his strained jaw hurt from the force he applied. His fingers shook uncontrollably as he swiped and witnessed the horrors she had endured for the past nine years.
His hands trembled in slight tremors on two particular snapshots. They were of her bare back and arms, the bruises he saw there shook him down to his core, bones and soul.
Her back was strewn with welts and scars in the shape of lashes and it was clear to him that a belt had been used to make them.
The white-hot temper which burnt raw inside of him pushed him to the edges of madness. Zyair wanted to burn him alive and watch him suffer while he did it. That piece of shit had dared to hurt his girl. No one could save him from Zyair's wrath.
