NYRA'S POV.

They dragged me out like I was nothing, like I had no voice, no will of my own. The guards didn’t speak, didn’t blink, they just grabbed me and pulled me down the halls, their fingers digging in hard on my arms like they owned me, like I was property. My feet stumbled, the floor cold under me, my breath shallow because I didn’t even know where they were taking me. My heart beat too loud in my chest, panic crawling through me, but they didn’t stop. They shoved me into a room ...