KATHERINE POV
Trigger Warning: Contains scenes of physical pain, injury, and emotional distress. Reader discretion is advised.
After Jonas slammed the door shut, I barely had a moment to breathe.
The silence that followed was thick, suffocating—and then I heard them. Boots. Several pairs. Marching in unison down the corridor like a death sentence.
The door swung open again, this time without ceremony. They stepped inside—masked, silent, and utterly inhuman. No emotion in their eyes. No mercy in their movements.
But I wasn’t going to make it easy for them.
When the first guard unchained me, I lunged, snarling like an animal. My swing was clumsy, weak—but it connected. His head snapped sideways, more in surprise than pain.
Another grabbed my arm—I twisted, kicked, teeth bared. I fough
