Octavia’s POV

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Minutes? Hours? I’m still tied to this bed. My wrists hurt. My body aches. My throat is dry from crying and screaming. My clothes are torn, my mind spinning, and I can still feel Nadia’s touch like a burn on my skin.

I wait, staring at the ceiling, until the door opens again.

It’s her, Nadia.

She walks in slowly, eyes red from crying but full of something darker. Obsession. Madness.

I feel my whole body stiffen. “Please,” I whisper, my voice shaking. “Not again.”

She says nothing. She comes closer. She’s holding something in her hand, a towel, maybe...