***Trigger warning this will be an uncomfortable chapter with psychological control and SA if you need to skip it***
Amelia
Two guards escort me from my rooms to Damian’s chambers. The last place in the world I want to be right now, my mind swirling with thoughts of Erik and Nico, is Erik truly safe? Is Nico even himself anymore?
They chain me to the post of Damian’s giant bed and leave me here, no concept of time or indication of when he will return. The psychological games have started.
Hours tick by and the light begins to fade, no one comes near to check on me. In one way it is a relief to be left alone.
Eventually the sound I have been dreading, the door creaking open and the light switch is flicked on hurting my eyes after the darkness. Damian’s smug face greeting my blinking
