Chapter 115

My wrists ached from the tightness of the chains binding me. Sylvia had dressed me up in a maids costume just so she could mock me even more. “This was exactly what Gloria talked about. Gilly, Zone. They all warned us but we were blinded by it all.” Sally snared furious at being subdued. Sylvia sat across from me, lounging on a plush chair with a cruel smirk playing at the corner of her lips. “You’ve grown weaker, Serena,” she said, tracing a finger along the armrest. “Pathetic, really. And to think this room once belonged to you.” I blinked, glancing around. This truly was once my room. Sylvia’s laughter broke the silence. “Ah, so you do remember. Don’t worry; I’ve made a few improvements since then.” “You’re delusional if you think this changes anything,” I snapped. Sylvia leaned forward with her eyes narrowing. “Why are you doing this?” I asked, keeping my tone steady. She tilted her head, feigning innocence. “Why?” she repeated. “Are you really asking me that, Serena?” “Humour me,”