Rebecca’s POV
The guards didn't care that I was stumbling. They just dragged me, my feet scraping helplessly against the hard floor while the heavy lace of my wedding dress ripped with every step. I didn’t care about the dress. I didn't care about the warm, sticky blood dripping from my forehead down to my neck. All I could think about was where we were going.
The dungeon.
We were heading straight into the belly of the mansion. With every step we walked down, the air got colder. The torchlight grew weaker and weaker, throwing long, eerie shadows against the damp walls.
“Please,” I begged, my voice cracking and raw from screaming Enzo's name. “Please, just lock me in a room. A closet. Anywhere else. I can't go down there. You don’t understand—I can’t breathe!”
The guards didn't sa
