Emma's POV
The chains around my wrists burned like they were made of fire, pulling me back with every tug. But that wasn’t the worst part. No, the worst part was seeing Andrea on the floor, blood soaking through her shirt, her body trembling like a leaf caught in a storm.
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. All I could do was stare at her, heart in my throat. This is my fault. All of it. This is because of me.
"Why do you hate me so much?" I croaked, the words slipping out between my sobs. I didn’t even know who I was asking. Master was grinning like some kind of twisted monster, savoring my pain, savoring Andrea’s.
He didn’t even look at me when he answered. His eyes were fixed on Andrea as if she was the problem, as if her life meant less than the dirt beneath his boots.
“Because
