André's POV

“Fuck you! Get your hands off me! How dare you?! I am your Luna! Fuck off!”

I stood in the dark and damp basement, waiting. I could hear her voice screaming as they brought her down here. I was waiting for her. I stood near the only source of light available: a dim candle.

The screaming and struggling drew closer and closer, and I braced myself to meet her.

The men came in and threw her on the floor in front of me.

“Oufff!"

She groaned in pain and tried to figure ...