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Olivia, who was certain that it wouldn't be a simple checkup, scolded the perverted man inwardly. She responded expressionlessly, "It's almost time. I gotta proceed with Marina's treatment." Her leaving figure elicited a smile on Ethan's face. He thought, "Liv, oh, Liv. I love you so much. Where can you possibly run to?" When Marina's feet were lifted from the water, they were red and covered with blisters. Marina was crying in pain.

~Elena’s POV~ My phone explodes with notifications before Marina even finishes speaking. Messages from everyone I have ever known. Classmates, professors, people from high school I haven’t spoken to in years. All sending the same links, the same videos. My body is on display for the entire world. “Don’t look,” Mateo says, reaching for my phone. I pull away from him and I open the first link. There I am, bent over Mateo’s desk in his office. His hand fisted in my hair. The angle shows everything, my face twisted in pleasure, his body slamming into mine. Audio crystal clear: my moans, his groans, the filthy things we said to each other.

“I heard you put on quite a show during training today.” “Oh, not really,” I teased, filling my plate. “Just a small power demonstration.” I could see Marina practically bouncing with excitement, barely containing herself, so I counted in my head. Five, four, three, two— “Did you hear the latest news?” Marina blurted out in one breath. “That depends on what you’re referring to,” I replied casually, spreading butter on my bread, pretending indifference just to toy with her a little. “About Lady Giana in your mate’s bed,” Marina squeaked.

Marina didn't say anything for a minute, but her gorgeous red eyes never left my stare, which had been fixed on her since I entered the dungeon. "Come here," she tempted me in a calm tone. I paused, trying to figure out what she was up to. "I won't bite you," she added with a slightly disarming smile. She placed her chilly fingers against my cheek as I moved closer to the bars where she stood. Despite her attempts to test my patience, I tried to remain calm. Marina moved her long, straight red hair away from her shoulder, grabbed my hand in hers, and placed it on her most vulnerable spot—the left side of her neck.