Chapter 116

Cesmae’s POV
I can’t move. My limbs are leaden, heavy from whatever drug Kylian injected into my veins, leaving me helpless as I lie bound to this stone altar. The rough ropes dig into my wrists, my ankles. Every inch of me screams to run, to fight, but there is nothing I can do, only lie here, powerless. The cold stone seeps through my skin, chilling me to my core.
My heart pounds, erratic, each beat a deafening echo of terror. I’m suffocating in fear—no, not again. Not this. Not this, please. I’ve felt the cold edge of his knife before, the unbearable agony of flesh torn open, the searing pain of life slipping away. My body remembers too well, every nerve screaming with the memory, yet now I am powerless to resist, a trapped animal awaiting the blade.