Celina's POV
My father had betrayed me before, and I should have fled that first time. But when I awakened from horrific nightmares in an unfamiliar house, terror consumed me completely. My body trembled uncontrollably as I wondered if I remained trapped in that cursed cult facility.
The cultist had forced a strange liquid down my throat before dragging me toward a massive altar. I tried to fight back, but whatever drug he administered worked with frightening speed. He had whispered that it would ease my suffering, that I would feel nothing when they carved me open. He meant they planned to dissect me while I still drew breath.
Fear paralyzed every muscle as I struggled against the poison coursing through my veins, but the substance overwhelmed my system entirely.
Everything after that remained a blur, though I sensed strong arms lifting me and carrying me to safety. I desperately wanted to regain consciousness, but my body refused to cooperate.
