Selena's body trembled violently as Zhao Tian's gaze shifted toward her.
The chains rattled as she instinctively tried to recoil, trying to shrink away from him, but there was nowhere to go.
Her bloodied wrists were tied, and the sheer pain of her wounds kept her paralyzed against the cold metal.
Her one remaining eye was wide with terror.
Zhao Tian took a slow step forward.
The sound of his boot pressing against the blood-slicked stone echoed in the silent citadel.
The vampires' eyes darted between Selena's pitiful form and Zhao Tian, and though some had once served her, not a single one stepped forward to aid her now.
None wanted to share her fate.
Selena's lips trembled as she forced out a weak, cracked whisper.
"Z-Zhao Tian… p-please… no more… p-please…"
She had taunted him, mocked him, tried to destroy him. And now, with nothing left, all she could do was beg.
Zhao Tian's expression didn't change.