Chapter 35: Plaything

NYX'S POV.

As Atlas dragged me into the hall, I couldn't help but feel humiliated. The chains and cuffs around my wrists and ankles made it even worse. I allowed myself to be taken advantage of by his cousin, and now I was paying the price. Atlas had always been possessive of me, but now he was downright cruel.

The party was a flamboyant display of excess and corruption. The guests were dressed in formal attire, but their behavior was anything but sophisticated. They drank and laughed loudly, their voices echoing off the walls. In my skimpy clothes, chains and collar, I felt completely out of place, dressed like a common slut.

I stopped at the threshold of the ballroom, embarrassment balancing on my shoulders and Atlas gave the chains a hard tug causing me to stumble.

Stupid fucking asshole, I insulted Atlas in my head.

The wild party was in full swing. Everywhere, I saw nobles and some whores sashaying around in their scanty clothing, while men were drinking, laughing, and revelling