Chapter 93. Humiliated

Ellie's POV

My defiance is driving me mad and resentful. But who cares? His fury cannot match what I am feeling for him right now.

We embark on a stare challenge, with me on my knees before him, jolting my head up high to meet his demeaning eyes and frame, and him racking tall and strong like the wall of Jericho before the attack that left it crumbling.

I want to see you dare me, Damian Almeda!

Seconds of lull tick into minutes.

As the weight of the tense silence hangs heavy in the air, it feels like an eternity passes, each moment stretched thin with the palpable tension between us. I kneel before him, unmoving, while he stands there, his gaze fixed upon me with an intensity that borders on disbelief. His mouth opens and closes, a silent symphony of unspoken words, as if he is grappling with thoughts too tumultuous to articulate.

For the first time in our encounter, he seems truly at a loss for words, a fact that both surprises a