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Chapter Eleven – Selena

Author: Ojo hope
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-18 17:17:00

The car door slammed shut, and the sound reverberated inside me like a death knell, sharp and unforgiving. My ears rang from it, but it wasn’t just the noise—it was the finality of it. The boundary between freedom and captivity had never felt so absolute, so suffocating.

The smell inside the car hit me in waves: the leather seats, sharp gasoline, and Dante’s cologne—a dark, intoxicating scent that made my stomach twist. I struggled for air, my chest heaving like I’d run a mile, even though I’d barely moved. Every inhale felt stolen, like the space itself belonged to him. My pulse thundered in my temples, echoing against my ribs. No matter how much I drew in, the air was never enough.

I was back in the cage. And Dante was the bars.

The tires crunched over gravel, jerking the car forward. Each turn carried me farther from the freedom I had nearly grasped, each second driving home the cruel reality: he always caught up. My body shifted with the motion, muscles taut, every nerve screaming
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