"Ah!!"
Persephone shrieked as a splash of water jolted her out of the dream. When was the last time she saw Santiago in her dreams? She didn't know. All she knew was that it had been forever.
She looked up to see a tall and masked man standing before her with a bucket in his hands. He was staring at her in frustration as if she was in the wrong and he hadn't just thrown cold water on her.
But only if she had the luxury to complain...
She looked around to find herself in a place that most probably resembled hell. If hell was a real place, it must look like this room. She was lying on a dirty and...now wet mattress.
'Oh, I'm kidnapped. Lord, finally heard me.'
Persephone was so desperate to not marry Nico that she didn't find getting kidnapped a worse option than getting married to a man she at least knew a little about.
