Stella's POV:
Emily began to tear at my clothes.
I longed to push her away, but my limbs grew weaker with each passing moment, leaving me with only a conscious awareness of my vulnerability.
Soon, a succession of footsteps echoed in my ears.
Emily barked out orders, "Take her to the bathroom, clean her up, and deliver her to Isaac. Add some potion to the bathtub to make her skin rosier."
More hands joined in to strip me of my clothes, and the chill of the air bit at my exposed skin.
Then, I was lifted.
My eyes fluttered open to gaze upon a light-yellow ceiling.
In no time, I was unceremoniously tossed into a large wooden bathtub sprinkled with an array of fragrant petals.
My body felt increasingly limp, like overcooked spaghetti.
I frantically searched for an escape, but to no av
