Elena's POVThe words blurred, sharpened, and blurred again. My hands went clammy, and for a second, I thought the phone might slip right out of them.Locked up in a cell for a night? You must’ve felt so small, so alone. Don’t worry—I won’t let anyone humiliate you like that again. Next time, I’ll handle it before you even lift a hand.My pulse stuttered violently in my throat, too fast, too sharp, as though it wanted to claw its way out of me. I could almost hear it drumming in my ears.Who… who the hell…?No name. No number I recognised. Just those words, coiled around me like a serpent. Words that felt too precise, too close, too knowing. Someone had seen. Someone had watched. Someone had been close enough to know where I was, what I’d gone through, and how to phrase it in a way that made my insides twist with dread.I swallowed hard, but my mouth was dry, sticky.The message wasn’t a simple taunt. It wasn’t even the casual mockery of some drunk arsehole still angry he got punched.
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