The Crown That Fell
The moment I did, the whip cracked down, its bite searing across my back.
With each lash, I bit back the pain and spoke with deliberate clarity. "Lena, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. Please forgive me."
Lena clutched her mouth, feigning shock. "Sophia, you're Donna. How can I? This is too much..."
Her words said one thing, but her body stayed still, and the corner of her mouth betrayed her true feelings with a satisfied smirk.
I stood firm against the relentless pain, refusing to crumble, and my lips twisted into an icy smile. "No, I'm done being Donna."
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