Elise's pov

No, no no.

Panicked filled me as I struggled against Victoria’s iron grip. “Let go of me!” I screamed in her face, tugging, twisting, clawing at her fingers. But she only held tighter, her strength shocking for someone so delicate.

“Elise, stop fighting me,” she whispered low enough so only I could hear, her lips twisting in a cruel smile her eyes alight with glee. “It’ll only make you look worse.”

She's much worse than I thought. Who is this psycho?

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