CHAPTER:-4

That night was the most painful night of Elena's life. Every time her eyelids closed, every time she drifted towards the sweet release of sleep, the men, following Dante's orders, poured a bucket of cold water over her. The icy water shocked her awake, her body shivering uncontrollably. The cold seeped into her bones, making her teeth chatter. She was soaked, shivering, and exhausted, her body screaming for rest that would never come.

The men were relentless, their faces blank and impassive. They were mere instruments of Dante's cruelty, carrying out his orders with chilling efficiency. Elena's body ached, her muscles cramping from the constant tension. Her head throbbed, her mind reeling from exhaustion. She felt like she was drowning, not just in the cold water, but in a sea of despair.

She tried to stay awake, to fight against the overwhelming urge to sleep, but her body was betraying her. Her eyelids fluttered, her head drooped, and she drifted in and out of consciousness. Each time she slipped away, the icy water brought her crashing back to reality, the shock sending a jolt of pain through her body.

The hours dragged on, each minute an eternity of suffering. Elena's body was numb, her mind a blank slate. She felt like she was trapped in a nightmare, a never-ending cycle of pain and exhaustion. She longed for the darkness, for the oblivion of sleep, but it was always just beyond her reach.

The cold water was not just a physical torment; it was a psychological weapon, designed to break her spirit, to crush her will. It was a constant reminder of her helplessness, of Dante's absolute control over her. And she knew the only think she could do, the think think which gave her a little peace, the only think which was under her control was her tears. She vould not do anything other that letting her tears fall freely.

Elena's tears had long since dried, leaving her eyes red and swollen. She had no more tears left to cry, no more energy left to fight. She was a broken shell of her former self, her spirit crushed, her body battered.

As the first rays of dawn crept through the small, barred window, Elena's body was shaking uncontrollably. She was soaked to the bone, her skin pale and clammy. Her eyes were glazed over, her mind a fog of exhaustion. She was barely conscious, her body on the verge of collapse.

Dante entered the room, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He surveyed Elena, his gaze lingering on her shivering form, her broken spirit. He seemed to revel in her suffering, his face a mask of cruel triumph.

"Well, Elena," he said, his voice low and mocking, "did you enjoy your sleepless night?"

Elena didn't respond. She was too weak, too exhausted to speak. Her body trembled, her teeth chattered, and her eyes were filled with a vacant stare.

Dante chuckled, a cold, heartless sound that echoed in the silent room. "I thought not," he said. "Now, let's see what other fun we can have today."

He snapped his fingers, and the men began to untie Elena from the chair. Her body slumped forward, her limbs heavy and unresponsive. They dragged her to a corner of the room, where a small, dirty mattress lay on the floor. They dumped her on the mattress, her body limp and lifeless.

"Let her rest," Dante commanded, his voice laced with sarcasm. "She's earned it."

He turned and left the room, leaving Elena alone in the darkness, her body broken, her spirit crushed. The night had taken its toll, leaving her a mere shadow of her former self. The pain, the cold, the relentless denial of sleep had pushed her to the edge of endurance. She lay there, a broken doll, a testament to Dante's cruelty. She crued her heart out, she cried till there was any more left to fall. The ordeal was far from over, and Elena knew, with a chilling certainty, that more suffering awaited her. The darkness of the room mirrored the darkness that had settled in her soul, a darkness that threatened to consume her entirely.

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