Elara
“Let me go!” I screamed like the maniac I was slowly turning into. “Let me go you f*****g piece of shi—”
He slammed my ragged body to the wall, instantly knocking the breath out of me. I gasped weakly, blood spurting out of my mouth.
“Shut the f**k up!” He yelled, grabbing me by my tattered dress, like I weighed nothing. “Elara, you are f*****g pissing me off! And it's starting to get on my nerves. I don't f*****g want to hurt you!” He hissed and lifted me, carrying me in a bridal style.
I struggled to wiggle out of his hold but it was too firm. I grew tired of struggling as he kept walking till he brought me to an old, rusted room in this maze of a place, different from the former cell where I had been locked for days. This one was way worse. It reeked of blood and sweat.
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