Nevaeh’s breath came in ragged gasps as Dmitry’s iron grip tightened around her wrist, dragging her through the cold, dimly lit corridor. Each wall of the estate seemed to close in on her like a cruel déjà vu, reviving the nightmare she had barely escaped from years ago. This dungeon was where her cries, her pleas, and her prayers had all gone unanswered. It had been her personal hell for six long, torturous years.
When they reached the heavy iron door at the end of the corridor, Dmitry shoved it open with a menacing creak that echoed through the silence. Nevaeh’s heart pounded as she was pulled inside, the dim light barely illuminating the oppressive space. The cold stone floor was as unforgiving as her memories of it, and when Dmitry threw her to the ground, the pain that shot through h
