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Ch. 35: Gun

Author: Astraia Spring
last update Last Updated: 2025-02-08 18:06:25

Astrella's point of view

The only noise in the room was the constant sound of water pouring down from the shower. Dax was still inside, cleaning the blood and sweat off of himself after the horrible experience he had just gone through. However, I was unable to concentrate on that because my phone lit up again, sending a new surge of panic through my body.

With trembling fingers, I unlocked the screen and opened the message.

An image. My heart sank. It was my sister.

The image was taken only a little while ago when we were FaceTiming. I could still picture her in my head, smiling and mocking, fully oblivious to the fact that someone had been watching her. Was close enough to take this picture.

I rechecked the image, searching for any sign that it was fake, that this was some kind of sick trick. But no. It was real.

I started to panic, and my breathing became shallow and my chest felt tight. They had her in their sights.

I made my fists into tight balls and tried to think.
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