"Don't touch me!" I yelled, my voice hoarse and weak.
They laughed, and Neena's face twisted with amusement.
"You think you have any say in this?" she sneered. "You're nothing but a slave, Daisy. You'll be lucky if you get to leave here with your life intact.”
I could see through my swollen eyes that Wikh was standing off to the side, watching helplessly. His expression was unreadable, and then, before I could even react, he turned and walked away.
The sting of his abandonment cut deeper than Neena's words.
Neena, seeing my panic, grinned even wider. “That's right. No one's here to help you. You're alone, just like you always have been."
She threw me back at the guards, and I felt my gown tear as they lifted me up again. I tried to push them away, but there were too many hands.
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