Elena’s POV
The first bucket of water hit me like ice knives.
I gasped, sputtering, my wrists straining uselessly against the ropes biting into my skin. My head sagged forward, strands of wet hair clinging to my cheeks.
Somewhere above the dripping, I heard their laughter.
“Well, well,” one of them sneered. His voice was deep, oily, the kind of tone that made your stomach turn. “This is the human female who dares to think she can steal our princess’s man?”
Another one spat near my feet. “Pathetic. A little human w***e daring to compete with Rose.”
The word w***e made my blood throb hot, but I pressed my lips shut. If I opened them, I might beg. And I refused to give them that.
They circled me, four of them, their eyes glinting too bright in the dim warehouse light. L
