As the water from the shower runs down my body, I scrub desperately at my skin. So much so that I've torn myself in multiple spots, so that blood mixes in with the water washing over me.
The more I struggle to clean myself, the more the images flood my head.
His face, his hands on my body.
I want to scream and tear my skin off, but I try to hold it all together.
Feeling my efforts fruitless, I toss the sponge away with a shout.
Bending low, I begin to sob.
My heart is filled with so much pain. The grip of betrayal holding me tightly. How could I give myself to him?
Though I try to hold it all in, I'm unable to stop myself from wailing.
***
Morning comes, and Elias wastes no time getting me ready for an outing. He's so eager to show off his new trophy to his Alphas, that he doesn't even let me have breakfast first.
By the time the maids are done dressing me up, he pulls me by the arm, leading me to one of the cars waited outside.
