Selene's POV
“Selene!”
Victor’s voice thundered in my ears.
“Selene, wake up! Please… please, open your eyes!”
I shot up with a scream, gasping, my heart slamming against my ribs. My eyes darted around, wild and confused, until they locked on him.
Victor was on his knees in front of me, shaking, his hand gripping mine like he was trying to pull me back to life.
His face was pale. His shirt was torn, soaked with blood and sweat, and his voice cracked with every word. “Thank the goddess… Selene, baby, can you hear me?”
And in that moment, everything came flooding back.
The cold floor. The chains. Their hands. The camera. The humiliation. The fear.
A sound broke from my throat, something between a cry and a gasp. I curled into myself, choking on the pain I had forced down earlier.
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