ARIELLE’S POV
I turned to face Enzo, my eyes locked onto his, and I could see the unmistakable fear etched in his gaze. It was a raw, palpable terror that danced behind his eyes, a realization that the balance of power had shifted, and he now stood vulnerable before me. He knew that with my newfound abilities, I held the strength to end him.
Rage ignited within me, a fierce inferno that burned through the walls of my restraint. I raised my voice, each word carrying the weight of my pain and suffering, as I unleashed the truth upon them.
“You kidn*pped me! You tortured me!” I shouted, my voice shaking with a mix of anger and anguish. “You subjected me to unimaginable horrors, beatings, and starvation! How could you do this to your own sister?”
My voice reverberated through the chamber,
