Colony - Bloodkin

"Morpheus! Where are you?" Haleah screamed over and over.


Haleah's limp body hung broken and twisted. Her dislocated shoulders, the muscles stretched and torn beyond repair. Her knees bowed, unable to rise on the balls of her useless feet. Dark brown, dried blood coated the remnants of her dress torn open from the collar down to the jagged strips lying limply against her kneecaps. The knees been broken, shattered repeatedly by the blows of a heavy metal hammer. How many times had she …