*****⚠️ Trigger Warning: The following content contains graphic depictions of violence, physical abuse, and intense scenes of confrontation. Reader discretion is strongly advised.*****
Aurora stood tall and unbothered beside him, a slight smirk dancing on her lips. Her clothes weren't even wrinkled.
She looked like she had just returned from a morning stroll, not a violent encounter.
The guards exchanged confused looks.
What the hell happened?
Calvert screamed with a roar, "What are you all staring at?!
Grab that bitch and break her legs! I want her crawling before she dies. I'll rip that smile off her face and feed her to the wolves!"
Aurora tilted her head slightly. That same mocking smirk was still on her face.
Then everything exploded into chaos.
One of the guards lunged at her—but before his fingers could even brush her, she twisted her body and slammed her elbow into his jaw.
A loud crack echoed in the room, followed by the man collapsing like a sack of bricks.
