There were endless moments in her life when Rebekah felt powerless. There were also moments when she was weak. Moments where she could not comprehend what was about to happen next. Moments, where there was just so much darkness around her than even a spec of light, could not enter.
But this by far was the darkest moment of her life.
She was so close to finally seeing her brothers again, apologizing to them for her past actions and then informing them about what was coming their way. But she could not.
Here she was, back in the same cellar that Octavius had used to torture her for months. All of the things she bared, everything she did to plot her escape from this hell was in vain. There was no better way to say this: Rebekah Ravena was screwed.
Ever since the day Cyrus and Amara found
