Delusional

Elara POV

She held the whip in her hands, holding it up, allowing it to glisten in the light as I stared, my stomach beginning to churn with nausea. There was a look of amusement on her face as she stared at me, her lips curving into a wide, sinister smile.

“Elara,” she said, as I stood there, my eyes unable to look away from the menacing item she held, instinctively knowing it was intended for me