Celine's POV
His eyes, there was nothing in there, no humanity in there, when he looked at me.
It was as if my pleadings and my tears did not affect him. He was a monster, a hollow frame without a soul.
The shame of being stripped again by his guards, being humiliated and harassed again in front of Alexandro.
I let the water from the shower flow, trying so hard to erase his touch from my body. I scrubbed and scrubbed, not caring if my body hurt.
The pain from his lashes was enough to numb me.
"Why…why me?" I screamed in anguish as I saw my own blood come out of my skin.
I stopped scrubbing. I was hurting myself, and that was what he wanted. I can't give him what he wants, to see me broken and self-harming.
Something is wrong with me; perhaps that's why these men think they should treat me in this manner.
I looked at my reflection, my eyes were sunken and lifeless, and my body looked light and skinny. I had lost a significant amount of weight in the past two days.
