[IRIS POV]
To my surprise, Yvette held up her end of the agreement. I didn't have to lift a finger― then again, it wasn't like I could. My entire body felt lethargic, every limb weighed a million tons. But my insides felt like they've been ripped to shreds by a pack of feral wolves.
Nausea churned in my gut, and I could do nothing but slump on the uncomfortable chair Yvette's cronies had half-heartedly dragged out for me to sit on while they fussed over Yvette.
It must have been whatever Yvette injected me with that was causing me to feel so terrible. But I guess I should have been thankful that Yvette didn't accidentally empty the contents of the syringe into my neck. If she had, I'd be feeling the sweet release of death.
