Syria’s POV
She looked so calm… almost like she was already dead.
My heart dropped as I stared at her still body. Then I turned my gaze sharply toward Uncle, anger rising in my chest like a fire ready to explode.
“What did you do to her?!” I shouted. “Why does she look like that? Why does she look like she’s dead? Is she even still breathing?!”
But he didn’t answer. He just looked at me coldly, like I was nothing. Then, without warning, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back, forcing me to meet his eyes.
“If you don’t do exactly what I say,” he said in a low, threatening voice, “if you keep being stubborn, you’ll leave me with no choice.”
His eyes darkened.
“I will kill her. I will torture her. For now, she’s alive. Still breathing. But her body is stiff from everyt
