Warning: Abuse
Elle's POV
Roy's grip was unyielding as he dragged me downstairs. My screams and pleas echoed through the house, but he was deaf to them. "Please, Roy, let me go!" I cried desperately.
Sol looked up from the couch, worry flashing in her eyes. "What's going on here?" she asked, standing up.
"None of your damn business. If you don't want to join her, you better keep shut," he snapped at her.
Sol quickly sat back down, raising her hands in the air. "Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude."
Ignoring her, Roy continued dragging me, my screams intensifying. "Let me go, Roy! Leave me alone! Sol... Sol, help me!"
I noticed he was pulling me down the dark hallway, and a cold shiver ran down my spine. Was he taking me to the dungeon? Was he going to torture me?
"Roy, please, don't do this!" I begged, fear consuming me.
He didn't respond. His face was set in determination. I twisted and struggled, but his grip was too strong.
