Elaina
Two days pass. No sign of Orloff, and no sign of my tormentor either.
I was forced to spend my days and nights in this haunted room. His mute or ‘warned not to speak’ maids come in every morning and night to wash and clean me up as if I’m some kind of doll.
I had refused their super suspicious hospitality the first day, but then their eccentric king sent word that if I didn’t behave, he would start dissecting my supposed lover, Orloff, one after the other.
Those were exactly his words.
‘He’ll regret breathing the same air as you.’
A chill settled at the bottom of my spine. Horrific images of what he might be doing to Orloff slammed into my vision without warning.
Even worse. The imagination of Orloff exposing the identity of my pups haunted more than anything. It’s as if
