*Anonymous POV*
The moonlight cast eerie shadows as I watched in silence, hidden behind a cluster of gnarled trees. They dragged the unconscious and helpless Tiara to a desolate, unforgiving place. It was a twisted kind of relief, for they were doing my dirty work, paving the path for my sinister plan.
"Get her awake," Abigail commanded her ruthless henchmen, her voice dripping with malice. "I want her fully conscious when we snuff out her pathetic life. She must grasp why she's meeting her end and who's orchestrating it," she sneered, a wicked laughter escaping her lips. I must admit Abigail was cunning and cruel, having an agenda of her own.
One of the men seized a bucket of cold water and splashed it across Tiara's pale face. She gasped, desperately grasping for air, her eyes flutter
