Aurora's POV
I watched wordlessly as Nevio walked out of the room and back at my naked frame.
My back was filled with the scars from last night, and my wrists still hurt from the leather cuffs— red belts that branded my skin like a cruel reminder of what I'd been reduced to.
I sat on the edge of the bed, numb. My body ached in places I hadn’t known could hurt.
But it wasn’t the pain alone that stole my breath—it was the cold, gnawing realization that a part of me no longer belonged to me.
Not since Diego—Not since them.
I wrapped the silk sheet tighter around myself, shivering even though the room wasn’t cold. I felt… hollow. Used. Wanted. Controlled.
And maybe that’s what scared me the most.
The way a part of me responded to them. To their hands. Their voices. Their f*****g pres
