The room was heavy with tension, the air thick and stifling, as though the walls themselves were holding their breath. Anya knelt frozen, her wide eyes darting between Elsa and Riley, her hands trembling at her sides.
She felt like a child caught in the middle of a storm, powerless and insignificant. Elsa's words cut through her like a blade, sharp and unrelenting.
"Just stand there like a lost kitten, Anya. It's all you're good for, anyway." Elsa's voice was a venomous purr, each syllable laced with contempt.
Her lips curled into a cruel smile as she turned away, her laughter echoing in the dimly lit room.
It was a sound that sent shivers down Anya's spine, a laugh that carried the weight of years of bitterness and resentment.
Elsa's movements were deliberate, almost theatrical, as she reached for the hem of her dress. The fabric was rich and luxurious, a deep crimson that seemed to shimmer in the flickering candlelight.
