Elysium: Desired by the Cold-hearted Princess [GL]-Chapter 56: Poisoned

Third-person Pov

Electra stood at the far end of the hallway, leaning casually against the wall as chaos erupted in front of her. Her eyes remained locked on Yuna and Seraphina, her lips curling into a satisfied smile as she watched Yuna grip Seraphina's wrist with such force that it seemed like it might snap.

From the way Seraphina winced and cried out, it was clear Yuna had caused significant damage, and Electra's satisfaction only grew.

This was the climax of her plan, and everything was playing out exactly as she had envisioned. Her mind replayed the moment Irina had informed her earlier that the Chimeric Venom had finally arrived and how excited she had been that the venom that was infamous for its ability to affect the mind and body of a snake hybrid and push them into a state of uncontrollable aggression was finally here.

Electra had wasted no time instructing her friends to ensure the venom found its way to Yuna.

The plan had been simple, which was to get the venom into Yuna's system without her noticing, and now, hours later, the results were unfolding in front of her. Yuna was completely unhinged, acting like a feral beast in the hallway, and Seraphina was unfortunately getting the brunt of it, much to Electra's satisfaction.

From behind her, Roxana leaned in, her voice low and slightly uneasy. "I'm getting a bad feeling about this, Electra," she said. "Yuna's not just going to hurt Seraphina's wrist. She might go further—what if she bites her or something?"

Electra turned her head slightly, her smile unwavering. Before she could respond, Irina chimed in, her tone laced with annoyance. "Yuna can't bite her, Roxie. She's not that far gone," Irina said dismissively. "But if Seraphina gets scratched deeply enough, she could end up poisoned. Luckily, I already got the antidote, like Electra asked, so we're covered if it happens."

Electra's smile deepened as she glanced at Roxana, whose concern was evident. "And that's exactly what I want, Roxana," Electra said smoothly, her voice calm yet brimming with amusement. "How else will Seraphina learn that Yuna is dangerous if she doesn't experience it firsthand? She needs a reason to fear Yuna—something painful and unforgettable."

Roxana frowned, clearly unsettled. "But this is a lot, Electra. Don't you think breaking her wrist is already enough? Why do you want her to get poisoned? Getting poisoned means she could die, and I hate her, but I definitely don't want her dead."

Electra turned fully to Roxana now, her expression sharp. "Because a broken wrist isn't enough," she said coldly. "I need Seraphina to see Yuna for what she truly is—a threat, a danger. If she gets poisoned, if she has a near-death experience, she'll never want to be anywhere near Yuna again. That's the point."

Roxana hesitated, but the look in Electra's eyes told her that arguing further would be useless. Electra's mind was made up, and satisfied with her reasoning, she returned her attention to the scene in front of her.

Meanwhile, Seraphina was still struggling to keep her balance as Yuna's grip on her wrists tightened to an unbearable degree. The pain radiating from her wrists was blinding, and she bit down hard on her lower lip to keep from crying out.

Her heart pounded as she looked around, silently begging someone—anyone—for help, but all she saw were students holding up their phones, recording the scene like it was some kind of spectacle.

She tried to focus through the agony, thinking to herself that she needed to find a way to break free before Yuna hurt her further or someone else got involved and made things worse. As much as she hated to admit it, Yuna was completely out of control, her eyes wild and unfocused. It was more than clear that Yuna wasn't herself, and Seraphina doubted she even recognized what she was doing. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

"Yuna," Seraphina begged, her voice trembling. "Please, let go of me. I just want to help you. Whatever's happening, we can get through it, but you need to let go."

Yuna's response was another ear-piercing scream, her grip tightening impossibly further. Seraphina gasped, feeling as though her bones might snap. She tried to pull away, but Yuna's strength was unnatural, fueled by whatever chaos had overtaken her.

Where was Yura? Seraphina scanned the crowd desperately. If anyone could snap Yuna out of this, it was her sister, but Yura was nowhere to be seen.

"Yuna, stop!" Seraphina pleaded again, trying to reach the person she knew was buried beneath this madness. For a fleeting moment, Yuna's eyes flickered with something resembling recognition, and her grip slackened slightly.

"I can't…" Yuna whispered, her voice barely audible over the noise of the crowd.

But the moment was gone as quickly as it came. Yuna's expression twisted back into a wild snarl, and she screamed louder, her grip once again tightening.

Seraphina whimpered, the pain in her wrists reaching a breaking point. She could feel her skin breaking, her nails digging into Yuna's hands in an attempt to pry them off.

And then, without warning, Yuna shoved her away with a force that sent Seraphina sprawling across the cold floor. Her wrists were free, but the sting of the release was sharp and immediate.

Seraphina scrambled to her knees, clutching her wrists and wincing when she saw the deep, angry scratches running along her skin. Blood welled up from the wounds, and she felt a wave of dizziness hit her.

Yuna's screams continued, but Seraphina was too shaken to focus on her. She gingerly pressed a trembling hand against her wrist, trying to stop the bleeding. The scratches weren't life-threatening, but they were deep enough to leave scars if not treated properly.

A part of her was relieved to be free of Yuna's grip, but another part of her ached for her friend, who was clearly in torment.

She looked up and saw Yuna now thrashing against nothing, her fists flailing as though battling invisible demons. The crowd that had gathered continued to watch, some murmuring in concern while others laughed. No one seemed to care enough to step forward, let alone call for help.

As she sat frozen in fear, trying to decide if she should run for help or stay by Yuna's side, a sudden tap on her shoulder sent a jolt through her body, and turning around, she was met with the wickedly amused smile of none other than Electra.

Her heart skipped a beat—not in the way it used to when she was captivated by Electra's presence, but with sheer confusion and dread.

Electra knelt in front of her with an unsettling ease, her movements deliberate and commanding as if she had all the time in the world. Behind her stood Irina, holding a small glass vial, and with a flick of her wrist, Electra retrieved the vial from Irina, her eyes never leaving Seraphina's.

"What are you doing?" Seraphina blurted out, her voice shaky. She didn't understand what Electra was up to, especially why she was kneeling in front of her.

Electra, ignoring the question entirely, grabbed Seraphina's injured wrist with a firm grip. Seraphina flinched, instinctively trying to pull her hand away, but Electra's hold was unyielding. "Hold still," she ordered, her voice firm.

"What are you doing?" Seraphina asked again, her voice filled with panic as Electra tilted her wrist up to inspect the scratches.

Electra didn't answer right away; instead, she focused on the injury with a dispassionate expression that only heightened Seraphina's unease.

After a moment, Electra's gaze flicked back to Seraphina's. "These scratches are more than just scratches, little dove," Electra said in a tone that made it sound like she was explaining something obvious to a child. "They're a sign of poison, so if you don't let me help, you'll either die a slow, agonizing death or lose the use of your arm permanently."

The words hit Seraphina like a bucket of ice water. Poison? How could that be? Her heart raced as she looked down at the painful scratches on her wrist.

They hadn't seemed serious—just marks from where she had tried to get out of Yuna's grip earlier and the one Yuna had made when she pushed her away.

"That's... not possible," Seraphina stammered, her voice trembling. "They're just scratches."

Electra gave her a mocking smile, the kind that said she found Seraphina's ignorance amusing. "And that's why you're lucky I'm here," she replied smoothly, unscrewing the vial. "Now, stay still. Unless you'd prefer to test my theory and see what happens when the poison spreads."