SILAS

“I can’t die, I can’t die, I can’t… die! I CAN’T DIE!!”

I screamed like a madman, raging as fury surged through my veins, roaring inside my prison like the death row inmate I was.

Through this corrupted eye, I could see everything happening outside that monster they called a “tree.”

Trees give life, and this was just another abomination created by those damned beings—a slow, painful death, as if our lives of slavery weren’t already enough of a hell.

“I’m sorry, baby,” I heard a soft voice