40.

Madeleine's own breaths sounded so painfully loud into the silent and pristine white room as she caught her own reflection into the large mirror for a moment, that piece of her dress she had previously torn to use as a rag now long forgotten into the sink.

Dark red, seemingly almost black splotches of the Alpha's blood still covered the lower half of her face and her chest, having long since dried out. Her hair didn't look any better either, sprawled out into a tangled and partially dirtied mess, some of her wild curls stuck together by that same disgusting substance that stained her dress as well, generally creating a truly frightening image of herself.

Flashes of what Elias had done to her kept appearing at the forefront of her mind, making her feel so tortured and miserable.

"Shit," Her limbs trembled, lowering her gaze back to the sink as she could feel the sting of those small tears filling up the corners of her eyes.

No. Not today, bitch.

She denied herself that need of bawling