No One's Pov
Vivien's head throbbed with a dull ache, and her limbs felt like jelly. She tried to rub her eyes, but a sound of metal clink stopped her mid way. Her breath hitched as she looked down.
Her wrists and ankles were shackled with heavy chains to the frame of a bed.
The room was dim. And beneath her was bit rough bed. As her vision finally cleared, she realized she wasn't alone. A figure sat in a chair just a few feet away, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, watching her with patience and excitement.
"Oh man... not you again," she groaned, her voice raspy.
"Aww, aren't you happy to see me again, Vivien?" Elias asked. Even in the dark, she could see the pale skin of his. He looked scary.
"I would've been much happier if I were looking at your cold corpse, honestly," she snapped, her eyes narrowing.
She tugged at the chains, the metal made a rattle sound. Even Dante, in all his obsessive madness, hadn't resorted to literal shackles yet.
