Chapter 55
T he Overseer stalked his quarry through the woods. Two of them were runaways. The other was a woman, not yet marked, who needed to be added to his stable.
All of them deserved punishment. Pain was the most effective teacher, the surest way to instill discipline and everlasting fear.
He snapped the whip through the trees. Trunks split and toppled in his wake. He strode through the wreckage, wood chips flying and smoke curling and twisting about him.
He heard his quarry screaming, and their cries of terror invigorated him. He drank deeply of their fear.
Run, run, run. Run for your very lives. I will capture you and punish you for your disobedience, and in your nightmares you’ll still be running from me.
They had a lead on him, but it mattered not at all. Westbrook and all of the land around it belonged to him, and it was night, his time.
There was nowhere to run.
Nowhere to hide.