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CHAPTER 29
ELLE
I glance down at my shirt. I can feel blood dripping down on the back of my head as I examine the large bruise covering my left leg. The pain in my shoulder stings and I cringe at the sight of blood that is caked up in my arms down to my hand. Groaning, I push myself up and walk, only to be pulled by the chains. I shivered at the cold contact it brought to my ankle, crouching down, I shake the chain and pulled, hopeless. I realize that I've been bound for quite some time now considering the marks the chains had made. My ankles yell in protest as I yank at the chains once again, the voice startling me "You know what? That's useless."
I look down the hall, trying to locate the owner of the voice, only to see Victoria there, rocking my child. I wanted no
