Liliana
The hands that grabbed me were rough and cold, digging into my arms like iron claws. I screamed as they dragged me away from Mikhail, my feet sliding across the marble floor.
"No! Let me go!" I fought against their grip, but there were too many of them. Three guards, all bigger and stronger than me.
"Mikhail!" I cried out, reaching for him desperately. But more guards had stepped between us, forming a wall of black suits and hard faces.
My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst from my chest. This was it. This was how I was going to die. Not by poison in a quiet bathroom, but here in front of everyone, like some kind of spectacle.
"Please," I begged, my voice breaking. "Please, I didn't choose this. I was kidn*pped. I was drugged. I had no control over what happen
