ARIELLE’S POV
My fists hammered against the heavy wooden door of the chambers, desperation fueling each strike. “Let me out!” I screamed, my voice raw with anguish. “Why are you doing this to us, Enzo? What have we done?”
But the door remained closed, mocking me with its silence. Tears streamed down my face, a mixture of frustration and confusion. Why would Enzo, the man I once loved, subject us to such cruelty?
Minutes stretched into an eternity as I continued to pound on the door, my knuckles aching with each blow.
Finally, the latch of the door clicked, and it creaked open, revealing a guard standing before me. With a look of disdain, he shoved me backward, causing me to stumble and fall to the floor. The guard had no regard for my well-being, only carrying out his orders.
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