Selena’s POV
I felt warm water and soft cloth with gentle hands.
I wasn’t used to kindness anymore. Not even in the smallest of gestures. So when my servants lifted me from the cot and started cleaning the blood off my skin, I didn’t react. I simply lay there, my limbs limp, my eyes distant.
I thought they would run away from me because they had the right to be scared.
The hellbinder still clung to my neck, it was indeed a cruel thing forged to contain demons. The bruises on my ribs made it hard to breathe, and the dried blood flaking off my lips stung every time I shifted.
They cleaned me in silence, only whispering to each other when they thought I wasn’t listening.
“She’s so good to be in this position,” one of them murmured.
“She was so strong when they dragged her in.”
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