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Chapter Seventeen: Mind Game

Author: Joy Samson
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-20 11:25:41

“Raven!!” I screamed, louder than I ever had, shaking Raven and tapping her cheeks. “Raven! Raven, wake up! Don’t do this to me!”

My voice cracked, my heart pounding as I knelt beside her limp body. Tears blurred my vision as I kept slapping her face lightly, desperate for a response. Nothing. She wasn’t moving. Her lips were pale. Her skin felt colder by the second.

I tapped again, this time harder, pressing my trembling hand against her cheek. Behind me, Charles chuckled, slow and mocking. He was twirling the pistol in his hand like it was a toy. His legs were crossed, his face relaxed, like watching me break was entertainment.

“No use screaming, sweetheart,” he said. “This whole place is soundproof. You could wail till your lungs collapse, no one would hear a thing.” He winked. He winked at me?!

That wink. That stupid, smug wink. Something inside me snapped like a rubber band stretched too far. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand. My cheeks were damp, my makeup a mess. My hea
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