*DRAYTON*
**********THREE DAYS LATER******
I stared at Elysia while sitting on the chair next to her bed, and it made my heart ached even more.
Three days had passed, and she hadn't moved a muscle. Nova was going to pay for her atrociousness; I was going to make sure of it.
For every single day Elysia lay on this bed without a movement, she would have to endure the same punishment.
After her confession, I order some guards to throw her into a cell and lock her up. I didn't want to be the one to punish her; that would be Elysia's call.
However, all that mattered to me was the woman lying in the bed, oblivious to what was going on around her.
It's been three days of her being unconscious, meanwhile, it's been hell for me. I have tried to bury myself in paperwork and in dealing with
