The Lost Bet

Elena struggled desperately to break free from his grasp, but his strength proved overwhelming. "I'm married!" she cried out, her voice filled with desperation. "You're not anymore," he replied coldly, sinking his teeth into her neck, the pain so intense she feared it would tear her flesh apart. "Let me go," she pleaded, her fear turning to determination. "Aslan is right," she thought, remembering how John had carelessly lost her in a reckless poker game, reducing her to nothing more than a possession, like a watch or an old piece of furniture. Her attempts to push him away with all her might were futile; it seemed her fate was sealed. In a society advancing for women, she had become a pawn in a man's game, a victim of a simple bet. A bitter smile played on her lips, acknowledging the truth – she was reduced to nothing, a mere lost bet in the cruel reality of it all.