Get Up

- Adriah’s POV -

The creaking sound of the prison door echoed through the cold, damp walls, breaking the heavy silence that had lingered for days. My body tensed immediately. No one ever entered this place unless it meant pain or punishment.

The door shut again, and the faint echo of footsteps filled the narrow corridor. I knew from the rhythm and the authority in each step that it was him. King Jester.

But he wasn’t alone. I could hear the steady march of his men behind him—loyal, cold, and obedient to every cruel command he gave.

When the footsteps halted in front of my cell, my heart began to race uncontrollably. The scent that followed—powerful, dominant, and painfully familiar—confirmed what my trembling body already knew.

“Take her,” he ordered, his voice carrying that sharp, icy tone that could slice through steel.

A chill ran down my spine. I wanted to resist, to scream, to fight—but what good would it do? No matter how much fear consumed me, I was powerless. My strength had b