Elena’s POV.
A soft knock sounded on the door.
I sat up straight on the bed, my heart already racing. I hadn’t even finished calming myself after Dmitri left. My hands were still a little shaky. The white blouse and black skirt they had given me felt strange on my body, like they didn’t belong to me. Everything in this place felt like it didn’t belong to me.
The door opened without waiting for my answer.
It was her.
The same woman from the first day. The one with the empty eyes who had brought me food and ignored me when I begged her to help. She still looked the same no emotion, no kindness nothing at all. She didn’t even glance at my face.
“Follow me,” she said in a flat voice.
That was all.
I wanted to refuse. I wanted to sit there and force them to drag me again. But something
