(3rd Person P.O.V)
Meanwhile, Elena woke up when Richard threw water on her face to wake her up. Elena blinked and opened her eyes, trying to adjust to the darkness.
Elena’s heart raced as she struggled to understand what was happening. Her head was still foggy from being jolted awake, and her mind was racing with fear and confusion. She found herself tied to a chair in a dungeon. The room was dark and damp, and she could feel the cold seeping into her bones.
“Where am I?” she asked, her voice above a whisper.
“You’re in my dungeon, my dear,”
“You will stay here for a long time.”
Elena’s heart dropped as she realized the gravity of her situation. Her enemy held her captive. No one knew what he planned for her.