Elara's POV
Bloody pool.
There isn't blood in the pool. It's just me inside, and their needles… those sharp needles point at me. They haven't touched me yet, but I can almost feel them piercing into me.
But I'm unable to speak. Shout for help?
Who's supposed to hear my call if I do?
"Ahh." I try.
It's just an inaudible sound I can make.
"Elara." One of them calls.
And his eyes… those same eyes that stay intense on me. In the same moment he's looking at me, the needle he holds is close to my skin. They pause because he's taking a moment to take in my view.
I'm without clothes. What? I don't even realize that!
I start to cover myself with my hands, but can barely cover my breasts.
Their needles touch my skin. I forget I have to cover myself.
"Please don't!" I scream. "Don't do this!"
I hear a click sound in my head. This is a past event, right?