***SYLVIA’S POV***
I laugh hysterically at Lucas who looked so done and angry. "You think this is going to break me?" I manage to gasp out between bouts of laughter.
They don’t know what it means to feel helpless and I’m glad they were beginning to understand how I’ve felt all this while.
Lucien glares at me raising the sit he kicked down and raises his hands to slap me. The sharp slap across my face sends a shockwave of pain that seems to pierce straight through to my soul.
Blood trickles down my lip, and I spit it out and glare at him.
You think you can force me to say anything?" My voice trembles with both anger and fear as I scream at Lucien, Lucas, and Liam, who stand before me with hardened expressions.
"You can't. And there is nothing any of you can do to get her to wake up.
