To say that I am traumatised after the brutal s****l assault inflicted upon me in my suite is a gross understatement. My entire body and mind feels numb. My thoughts are iced over, frozen in shock.
The groomsman who interrupted Todd just moments ago, now leads me down the corridor and through the mansion, but I’m barely taking heed of my surroundings or paying attention to where we’re going. I assumed we’d be heading out to the beach again, and I vaguely register through my cold, detached haze that we’re heading back down the secret staircase towards the underground auditorium where the Wedding Games’ challenges are held every day.
I feel light and heavy all at once, disembodied and disconnected from reality. It’s as if I’m floating somewhere in the air above my body - a body now defile
