Anila’s POV

I couldn't tell how long we danced, but when the man led me away from the dance floor, the surroundings suddenly grew quiet. Once I regained some clarity, all that remained was the sound of our breathing.

"Ah, it hurts so much..." I felt as if my lower body was being torn apart. I clenched my legs together, tears rolling down my cheeks.

A hand landed on my face and caressed my cheek gently. "Relax, Anila."

My eyes were blurred with tears, and I couldn't see the man clearly, but the voice was so familiar. Was it the masked man?

No, why was he doing this to me?!...