Adele didn't get anything other than insults and beating, and she was confident that even male Omegas are laughing and dishing dirt about her because everyone saw her being dragged in tattered remains.
At some point, she didn't know when, whether it was the pain slicing across her body or the embarrassment in her heart or the terror suffocating her lungs, her breathing grew faint. And somewhere between fright and agony, Adele slipped into unconsciousness.
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"Princess?" Adele heard someone calling her through the fog of her heavy unconsciousness. "Princess?" She slowly raised her head to look.
A dim glow of a torch light flooded into the basement, but after absolute darkness it felt like blinding to Adele.
She forced her eyes open, squinting against even that faint light. It was Kyra. The youngest of the three sisters who'd testified against her.
