Aftermath

Elle gritted her teeth and glared at the man in front of her, her body tense with anger and fear. At this moment, she truly regretted her decision and action of leaving Sebastian. Now, she did not even know if she was able to return and see Sebastian again.

"You can try all you want, but I won't be a part of your sick ritual. I refuse!" she spat, her voice shaking slightly. "I'd rather die than be your sacrificial lamb."

"Now, now… don't you start being difficult now, princess. Isn't everything going swimmingly so far?" The masked man's voice was cold. "This is for your own sake as well. If you think someone will come save you from here, you're terribly wrong. You can only come out of this place, if we allow you to. You do understand that, right?" His tone was condescending, as though talking to a child that needed explaining.