Elysium: Desired by the Cold-hearted Princess [GL]-Chapter 317: Out of line

Seraphina’s POV

I was on my bed, scrolling through my phone like I had nothing better to do. To be honest, I really didn’t. Most of the girls in the dorm were buzzing about the upcoming tournament, but I had no team, no drama, and nothing to stress over, except the fact that Electra would be fighting for her life tomorrow, but besides that, I was doing absolutely nothing.

It was quiet and peaceful, just the way I wanted it for the time being, until suddenly, my roommates, Liana, Ashleigh, and Jolene, jumped out of their beds like someone had just announced free skin care products in the hallway.

"What the hell?" I muttered, glancing up at them.

They were rushing to put on their shoes and fix their hair at lightning speed. It was like some invisible alarm had gone off, and I had completely missed it.

Jolene let out a gasp, her face lit with excitement. "I can’t believe this is happening."

Ashleigh giggled as she tied her ponytail. "We have to see this for ourselves."

"Electra’s actually letting herself get beat up?" Liana asked, shaking her head in disbelief.

My eyes shot up from my phone, and I sat up straighter on the bed. Did I just hear that right?

"Wait, what?" I said out loud, looking directly at Jolene. "What did you just say? Who’s getting beat up?"

The girls barely looked at me. Jolene, already halfway to the door, scoffed like I was a nuisance. "If you’re so curious, come see for yourself."

Then they were gone, just like that.

I blinked, staring at the door they left open behind them. For a second, I told myself not to care about such obviously fake news. Even if Electra really was getting into a fight, she wouldn’t be the one getting beat up; it’d be the other way around.

I couldn’t even imagine her letting anyone lay a finger on her, but then again... they said she was letting herself get beat up.

Letting? That word wouldn’t leave my head.

I got out of bed, pulled on my sneakers, and grabbed my hoodie. There was just no way I was staying behind. Whatever was going on, I had to see it with my own eyes.

The hallway was already all filled up, and as I arrived closer to the scene, other students were pouring out of their rooms, whispering amongst themselves and pointing. Some were even running.

I followed the noise, heart beating a little faster with each step. There was a weird energy in the air, like the kind you feel right before something explodes. I caught a few words here and there from the people I passed.

"Yuna really swung—"

"She’s not fighting back—"

"Is she crazy?"

"Electra Vale’s just standing there—"

None of it made any sense. I pushed through the crowd gathering at the end of the hallway, and it took a second, but I managed to squeeze myself into a spot near the front where I could actually see what was happening.

And then I froze.

Right in the middle of Iris’s room, the door wide open, was Electra.

She was standing, arms at her sides, hair a bit messy, her lip bleeding slightly, and Yuna was yelling at her, red-faced and angry.

Iris stood nearby with her arms crossed, clearly enjoying the chaos. There were other girls in the room, but none of them looked ready to interfere. It was obvious they were all just watching the show.

Yuna’s fist connected with Electra’s shoulder again, and Electra didn’t even move. She didn’t block it and didn’t flinch. Nothing.

What the actual hell?

I froze in the doorway for a second, trying to assess the situation a little bit before I stormed in properly.

"What the hell is going on here?" I snapped, my eyes darting between Yuna and Electra before settling on Electra. "Why are you here, Electra? Why are you letting her do this to you?"

Electra, with blood on her face and a faint smile, turned to me like I was interrupting a casual conversation.

"I’m just letting her get it all out," she said softly, like that was supposed to make any of this okay. "She needed to hit me, so I’m letting her do it."

"You let her?" I echoed, my voice trembling. I could feel the heat rise in my chest. "You let her?"

She nodded, like that was that.

I could barely hear what was going on around us through the whispering, the gasping, and the laughter, but I could feel it, and I hated that they were all just standing there and watching like it was some entertainment show.

I didn’t even think before stepping forward and grabbing Electra’s wrist. Her skin was cold, and thankfully, she didn’t resist, just tilted her head at me like she was waiting for me to make the next move.

"We’re leaving," I said through clenched teeth, trying to tug her out of the room. "Now."

But before I could pull her even a step, another hand closed over hers. Yuna’s.

She held on tight and glared at me. "Let her go, Seraphina. This has nothing to do with you, so for your own good, stay out of it."

I stared at her, shocked by how serious she looked and by how angry her voice was. My grip tightened.

"Nothing to do with me?" I snapped, turning toward her. "She’s Electra, Yuna, so of course, this has everything to do with me. What the hell is wrong with you?"

"She deserves it," Yuna hissed.

"Maybe she does," I said, my voice lowering, "but you’ve made your point. If you still feel like you need to hit her to feel better, then maybe the problem isn’t just her."

Yuna’s grip didn’t budge, but her eyes wavered. Her mouth opened like she wanted to say something else, but I cut her off before she could.

"If you’re still this angry after everything, then maybe it’s time to go punch a wall or scream into your pillow. But this?" I glanced at Electra, who was still standing there quietly, looking both unbothered and amused. "This isn’t fixing anything."

"And you’re so obsessed with punishing her," I continued, "that you don’t even realize how messed up this is for you. You think you’re just hurting her? No, you’re also hurting yourself and showing everyone how bitter and crazy you’ve become." 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Yuna scoffed, but I could see something flicker in her eyes, even though she was still refusing to let go of Electra’s hand.

"I’ll say this one last time, Yuna, let go of her," I said, my tone even angrier. "If you’re not satisfied, that’s your problem, but you can go fuck yourself if you think I’m going to stand here and watch you keep hitting her. So, for your own good, let go of her, or you’ll have me to deal with."