*** Becca's POV
After I was tossed into a room with some water and a plate of food, they locked the door behind them and left me there.
Thankfully the room had everything I needed. The first thing I did was take a quick shower to wash away the layers of blood from my body while disregarding my torn-up dress. It was beyond repair at this point, and I hated to say that the person's hard work was destroyed. I was grateful that we finished at least one part of our ceremony where I was officially Elias' wife.
Scrubbing off the bloodstains from my skin, somewhat getting my hair clean, and changed into a fresh pair of clothes, which were a pair of black pants, a plain white t-shirt, and a beige sweater that was randomly in the stack but I still put it on. The house was cold, or the room was.
