CHAPTER 83 Dolled up

  Eliza's POV

  The rough hands dragging me from the jet were relentless, leaving bruises on my arms. My legs wobbled beneath me, but they didn't care. The man in the Arabian robe barked orders in a language I couldn't understand, his voice cold and sharp like a whip. I could hear the sea growing fainter as we entered what seemed like a grand estate. Every step felt like it was leading me deeper into a nightmare.

  "Move!" one of the guards growled, shoving me forward.

  I stumbled but kept moving, my mind racing with fear. Where was Cavin? I had prayed for him to find me, to rescue me before it came to this. But he wasn't here, and I was alone.

  They led me into an ornate room, its grandeur suffocating. The walls were gilded with gold, and the furniture was carved from rich, dark wood. Yet, the beauty of the place was overshadowed by the dread pooling in my stomach.

  "Prepare her," one of the guards ordered, his voice cold and devoid of emotion.