Respira

Shiro kept any noise he made quiet. He sobbed so hard to the point of silence, eyelids squeezed tight.Haggar’s voice resounded in his head.“Come now,” the witch said, the tips of her fingers brushing against Shiro’s chin. “A winner you might be, but I will make you a Champion.”Shiro’s arm screamed with the ghost of agony. He could still hear the whirring of the saw, could feel the white-hot pain burning through his body. Yet, on that damned operation table, when he opened his mouth to scream, no sound came out.The door to Shiro’s door opened, and his head snapped up. His heart stopped for a second when he saw familiar glowing eyes in the dark, and he sucked in a sharp breath, bracing himself for pain and being taken to the Arena. He didn’t want to go back, he couldn’t, please, no-“Shiro?”