Chapter 5

Eva's POV 

"Yes, Adrian, I'll take care of it"

I heard a voice that made my eyes snap open. My head throbbed in pain, but more than the pain I felt from my head was shock. I realized I was on the floor and standing in front of me with her back turned to me was Livia.

My mouth was wide open in shock as I looked around. What was going on here? The last thing I remembered was me being strapped to a car before it exploded in a crash. How did I get here? Had I somehow been rescued?

If I was rescued I should be in a hospital? What was I doing on the floor and why was Livia standing in front of me? All of this question filled my head until I noticed something.

This place, this hall way was very familiar. I froze when I realized that this hall way lead to the room where I was raped. The realisation made a shiver run down my spine. How was it possible? This particular building had been shut down a few years ago. How come I was here? Could it be that... No? It couldn't be.

I turned to the mirror to see my reflection and my eyes widened. I looked younger, just how I looked eight years ago. All the wrinkles and Injuries I had gotten from being in the prison all those years were no where to be found. Was I dreaming? Had I truly been somehow transported back to the past.

"Yes sweetie, I miss you too" I heard Livia voice. She was talking to Adrian. Her voice and body also looked the way it was eight years ago.

If I was right, this was the night I had been raped. I thought it was just a bad luck but now I knew Livia had arranged it. Hearing Adrian's name brought back terrible memories. It seemed like I had truly been and and clueless, Livia and Adrian had been messing around all these time.

I was confused but a part of me also prayed that what I thought was true. That I had truly been transported back to eight years ago. 

"Alright, I will talk to you later" I heard Livia say and she hung up. I quickly closed my eyes and pretended like I wasn't conscious just as it happened that night.

"Time for you to get scared for life you bitch" I heard her sneer and realized she had always had this deep hatred for me. I had just been to blind to see it all along.

She began to drag me down the hallway. As she dragged me toward the door, I didn’t resist. And then, just before we reached the turn that would lead to hell, I shoved her.

Livia gasped, the phone slipping from her hand as she stumbled forward, completely unprepared. “Eva—!”

I locked her in the room, knowing that the predator was already there. Without another thought, I turned and made a run for it. If I had truly gone back in time, I wasn't going to make the same mistake. I wouldn't be fooled twice by these people. I will make them pay this time. I wasn’t the same girl anymore.

My heart pounded as I mad a run for it, I didn't really know where I was going but I knew I had to get the hell out of here. I took a sharp turn down the opposite corridor, my breath coming fast as I tried to steady myself and then I heard a low, pained groan.

I stopped, curious to know who was making such a painful sound. I turned to look and my eyes widened.

Aman was slumped against the wall in the dimly lit corner, his body tense, his breaths uneven. His fingers clawed weakly at his collar, like he couldn’t breathe. My eyes widened when I recognized who it was.

"Ethan King" I whispered to myself in disbelief. Even like this, I recognized him instantly. This was the man everyone feared. The one they called the demon prince.

“What…?” I whispered, shock rippling through me. “You were here…?”

In my past life, I had never known. I stared at him, he was incredibly handsome. With fluffy dark hair and light blue eyes that almost looked white. I had previously thought Adrian was the most handsome man on earth. But laying my eyes on Ethan King, Adrian paled in comparison.

He suddenly lifted his head slightly, his eyes dark and unfocused, landing on me with desperate intensity. “You…” His voice was rough, strained. “Help… me…” 

I hesitated but he looked and sounded like he was in pain, This was dangerous. Everything about him screamed danger. I could walk away. Pretend I never saw him. Avoid getting dragged into something I didn’t understand. But my conscience wouldn't let me. I took a step back.

Then he groaned again, his body trembling, and something in my chest tightened. Damn it.

“Fine,” I muttered under my breath. “Just… don’t make me regret this.”

I moved quickly, slipping his arm over my shoulder and supporting his weight as we staggered down the hall. He was burning, his skin was unnaturally hot, his grip tightening around me like I was the only thing keeping him grounded.

“Room…” he managed to say.

“Where?”

He gestured weakly and when we stopped in front of the door. My stomach twisted. It was directly opposite Livia’s.

Of course it was.

I forced the thought aside and pushed the door open, dragging him inside. The moment we crossed the threshold, he turned, faster than I expected, and pinned me against the wall.

I let out a gasp, my eyes widening. His eyes were darker now and filled with hunger.

“Stay…” he murmured, his voice low, dangerous. “Help me…”

He tried to kiss my neck but I hissed. “Absolutely not.”

Before he could react, I pushed him hard. He fell on the collapsed instantly. I stood there breathing hard, what was I going to do now?