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ELENA
As Andreas left the room, the hatred inside me grew like an avalanche. He grabbed me by the wrist again, hurting me, hurling threats at me. His words rang in my ears. In his eyes, I am a slave.
I leaned against the window, trying to steady my breathing. My wrist throbbed. I wouldn't be surprised to see bruises when I looked in the mirror. This man has become unafraid to use physical violence against me. He is truly disgusting.
But a part of me whispered that I understood the pain he was going through. 'He wants to take revenge on you for what he has lost,' this voice said. Still, that doesn't justify the violence he's inflicted on me.
I didn't leave my room for several hours. I didn't eat. When Delma came, she said, "Lady Elena, it's past dinner time." There was a hint of con
