Brielle
The ropes dug into my wrists, burning with each attempt I made to pull free, but I couldn’t stop. The thought of Lydia out there, using my face, my voice, my body to hurt Zadyre- it was enough to drive me mad. Every fiber of my being screamed to break free, to warn him, to somehow stop the betrayal unfolding beyond these walls.
But I was helpless. Bound and powerless, a captive in my own nightmare.
“You can keep struggling as much as you want, Brielle,” Sebastian said in a mocking voice as he walked in and stood in front of me. I looked up to meet his eyes, he was watching me with a glint of wickedness and satisfaction in his eyes. “There won’t be a difference. You are exactly where we want you.”
I rolled my eyes at him as I clenched my teeth together tightly and swallowed the
