Ophelia's Pov
"Don't make me have you beg." Beg for my death or plead with him to let me go.
My hands trembled slightly as I tried to show defiance, letting him see through my actions that I would take any death he chose to give. I had already pleaded with him to make my death less torturous, but he had warned he would make it even more agonizing if I dared to struggle.
I imagined chains and whips slicing through my skin before he slid his knife into my neck, as he had done to the driver, or used the gun like he had on Klaus. All my life, I had wished for a slow death—growing old, with grandkids surrounding me, smiling as I gave them a fulfilled, weak smile before finding my way to heaven or hell.
The gown slid down my body, and I kicked it off my leg, standing in front of him in just
