Chapter 43 Reality

• Luna’s POV
• Fury blazes through my veins, scorching me from the inside out. Every inch of my body feels like it’s vibrating with anger as Dante drags me through the dimly lit hallways, indifferent to my struggle. He doesn’t care—about my fear, my defiance, or my will. I’m nothing more than something for him to control, and the way he acts makes me want to scream. But the tape over my mouth keeps me silent, suffocating my rage.
• The elevator doors slide open, and when we step into the room, my stomach churns, an overwhelming sense of dread hitting me like a tidal wave. It’s worse than I could have imagined. The room is like some twisted dungeon—dark, sultry lighting, shadows dancing across the walls, soft red lights casting an eerie glow.