Elara’s POV
“Come back here you stupid b***h! What do you think you’re doing here...?”
The words barely registered before pain exploded across my scalp.
“Argh! Pol...Argh!”
My body jerked backward violently as my hair was yanked, my balance completely thrown off. A sharp gasp tore from my throat as my vision blurred for a second, the force dragging me a step back before I could even think to resist.
“You like that?” Polmira’s voice came, shrill and vicious, right behind me. “Who is the dog now?”
Another pull.
Harder this time.
“Argh...!”
My hands flew up instinctively, gripping her wrist, trying to loosen her hold, but she only tightened her grip, her nails digging into my scalp like she wanted to rip something out of me... pride, dignity, anything she could get her hands on... Mo
