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Ryan lifts the gun. Hands shaking, breath heaving, voice low as he lines it with Lennox’s forehead.“Goodbye, Dad.”He pulls the trigger. Bang! The shot echoes like thunder through the room.But—The man standing behind Lennox runs and throws himself forward, shielding Lennox with his body.He takes the hit.Pop! Ryan’s eyes widen as the bullet pierces through the man’s head.Before the body can drop, Lennox catches it, staring at him for a brief moment— A silent acknowledgment.Giving their life for their boss is the life they chose. The oath they swore. He’s not surprised. He expected it.Ryan… forgot that.Sudden loud bangs erupt at the door—guards trying to break in, snapping Ryan out of his momentary distraction. His grip on the gun tightens as he raises it and fires again, but Lennox holds up the body of his dead soldier, using him as a shield. The bullet thuds into dead flesh.“Put the gun down, Ryan!” Lennox shouts, moving forward.“And let you live?” Ryan fires again. “Con
She can barely move. Her vision is blurred, and everything aches—muscles throb, limbs tremble. She’s drained, shattered, and worst of all… hopeless.This is all her fault.If only she had listened to Ryan.Now, although her heart says that he’s alive, that he will make it, there’s no way he can leave her alone in this world. Her mind says he’s gone.The man who’s been carrying her all the way from the red room to the villa finally stops following Lennox and walks into a door. Hazel’s head lolls weakly to the side, just enough to catch where they’re going—and the first thing she sees makes her blood turn cold.Selene.Her eyes shoot open. They’ve finally let her be, yet she’s still strapped down. Still naked. Still tied like an animal. What they’ve done to her? It’s engraved on her body. It's permanent. Scorched iron brands, bruises, dried blood.Hazel’s eyes widen as the man carrying her moves toward a second structure—one that looks exactly like Selene’s.No.Her heartbeat escalates
No.No!NO!!His body is failing, limbs giving out, vision flashing black. The same strong fist that has been raining punches on his face sends a final blow and closes the hands around Ryan’s neck, strangling him.Ryan’s eyes fly open, his hands scrambling, clawing at the fingers closing off his air. He feels his blood running cold, his mind turning black, his heartbeat slowing.‘No… please…’ He begs internally.No. . . he can’t die now. Not yet. Not while she’s still with Lennox. Not while Lennox still breathes.A surge of adrenaline floods his veins. He stops trying to pry the hand away. Instead, he grabs the man’s neck in return, tight, furious and squeezes back.It catches the man off guard. Ryan uses the opportunity, lifts his back off the floor just enough to crash his head right into the attacker’s nose. Bone splits. Blood sprays. The man stumbles back, clutching his face.Ryan breathes hard now, trying to catch his breath, regain his balance and composure as his ears ring.A
Ryan grins. “Alright, come at me… one at a time.”The first man lunges.And he’ll be the first to die.Ryan shifts his weight and spins, dodging his attack. He then drives his boot straight into the man’s ribs. Crack. The man hits the ground coughing blood, wheezing for air he won’t catch again.Another charge from the left. Ryan ducks low, grabs the man’s thigh mid-stride, and lifts it before slamming him down—his spine hits the ground first, then his skull with a sickening thud.There’s no hesitation. No mercy. It’s a do-or-die situation.Two men go at him at once. One sends a blow into his back, then kicks his knee, sending him to the ground. The one at the front punches his face, grabs his neck, and sends a fatal blow to his chest, knocking all the air out of his lungs.He tries to send another to his chest, but Ryan grunts, grabs his arm and twists it, pressing the hand behind his back, wrapping his arm around his neck to bring him closer before he grabs his jaw and snaps his nec
Hazel knows exactly where Lennox is headed.To them—her and Ryan.It’s time for their own punishment.Barely a minute later, the heavy door swings open. The screen display on the wall flickers—switching to the very room they’re in. Lennox walks in. Hazel’s heart thrums violently against her chest as he strolls to the center of the room, hands tucked casually into his pockets, like this is just another day for him.He halts. The air freezes as he stops moving.Ryan watches his father carefully—reading every twitch of muscle, every blink, every controlled inhale. Hazel watches him, eyes filled with nothing but fear.After a while of tense silence, of him staring into nothing, thinking, and calculating. Lennox exhales.The one punishment meant for Ryan is death. He betrayed his own blood. So he deserves to perish.But that is exactly what Rafaelle and Selene want—Ryan’s head on a platter, for his bloodline to end, to see them kill each other.He doesn’t have any other son. Any other leg
“And now you can watch your children burn to ashes,” Lennox says coldly.“Oh my God,” Hazel bursts out, shocked.The flamethrowers ignite—whoosh!—twin pillars of fire, blasting at the children. Screams blast through the speakers. both the children and Mrs. Huxley’s.Hazel shuts her eyes tightly as her head drops down. She desperately wishes she could cover her ears, but her hands are tied up.It goes on for minutes. The screaming. The begging. The sound of flames. Until all that remains is Mrs. Huxley’s broken sobbing.Hesitantly, Hazel struggles to open her eyes. She doesn’t want to see it—the bodies of burned children.“Don’t,” she hears Ryan’s voice. “It’s better that way.”“No!” This time, she hears a different voice. Not Mrs. Huxley’s but Selene’s.Her eyes snap open as they shoot to the screen.The feed has changed to a different room, following wherever Lennox walks into.But this one… feels like a different kind of death.The room is different from the rest. It’s a sex dungeon