Elena’s POV:
“She is the one, deal with her.”
A woman’s voice rang out, sharp and commanding. I turned instinctively, craning my neck to see the source, but before I could catch a glimpse, rough hands shoved me forward. I hit the floor hard, my knees scraping against the wood.
The men towered over me, their faces partly obscured by cloth masks, but their intentions were clear. One grabbed my throat, his fingers tightening like a vice.
“Let me go!” I choked out, clawing at his hand, but he only squeezed harder. My lungs burned. My vision blurred.
The other guys laughed as they rolled up the sleeves of the shirt.
I barely had time to register the pain when a brutal fist slammed into my stomach. The air whooshed from my lungs, and I collapsed to the floor, my arms wrapping aroun
