Sam’s POV
I’m sure it was Ellie I saw. She stood out among the crowd in her yellow dress; she was like a beacon of hope. “Ellie, Ellie!” I screamed to her as I was dragged through a doorway by my hair. But when the door slammed shut, I feared she didn’t see or hear me. It didn’t stop crying out for help, though. I thrashed about and screamed, hoping someone, anyone, could help me. But no one heard me, or if they did, they didn’t come to help.
“Oh, shut up. No one is going to help a filthy, pathetic rogue like you,” Evelyn spat at me.
I screamed, even though it felt like my hair was going to be pulled out by whoever was dragging me. “I may be a rogue, but I am a nice person. You’re ugly inside and out.”
“Status counts for everything in our world. No matter how you look. Status means power.” She smirked.
I was dragged until it felt my hair was about to be ripped out of my head. Then, when the night air hit me, I was thrown from some steps and landed on someone. I kept my focus on Eve
