LENA POV
I wanted them dead.
Not just the ones still standing in front of me, not just the ones stupid enough to keep fighting when it was already clear this place was collapsing around them, but all of them, every single man who had ever looked at a woman like she was something to be owned, something to be bought, something to be broken down piece by piece until there was nothing left but something obedient and quiet.
Because I knew what that felt like.
I knew exactly what that felt like.
The cage.
The waiting.
The way time stretched when you didn’t know if the next person walking in was going to touch you, hurt you, or just look at you like you weren’t even worth the effort.
Months.
I’d spent months in that hellhole.
Dragged there by a mate who was supposed to protect me, suppo
