LOVETH’S POV
He yanked me up by my arms, snapping metal cuffs around my wrists. His grip was unyielding, dragging me forward, every step scraping my feet against the rough floor. My heart hammered.
Through the murky shadows, the only thing I could make out were rows of silver bars.
“Where are you taking me?” I screamed, my voice cracking as tears traced down my cheeks. But he ignored me, his face a mask of indifference as he led me up a rickety staircase.
He pushed open a narrow hatch above us, revealing an opulent house bathed in light, its grandeur stark against the darkness we’d come from.
Without hesitation, he dragged me up another flight of stairs and shoved open a door. Inside, the room fell silent as we entered. | stumbled forward, collapsing onto my hands and knees.
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