Elena tried to get out of his grip but he was too heavy for her. “I am married.” She screamed.
“You are not, not anymore.” He spoke as he bit her neck to the extent that she felt as if he will snatch out her flesh.
“Please, let me go.”
“That husband of yours lost you on a bet. I am the winner, and you belong to me. Just me.” She knew what Aslan was saying was right. John had indeed lost her on a poker table as if she was nothing but another of his belongings just like his watch or an old table.
She pushed his chest with all her might but failed. It was her end.
In this world where women were progressing, she was traded off on a poker table. She smirked at her fate. She was nothing. Nothing, but a lost bet.