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Chapter 21
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And with that, the woman leaves me to stew in my thoughts.The door eases shut behind her with a sound too soft for this place--- like it doesn't want to draw attention, like it knows even silence is a weapon here.I sit there for a long time, staring down at the wooden blade, my breath is shallow and slow but my thoughts are moving too fast to catch. Two days. I've been unconscious for two days. And not one word from him. No guards, no visits, just this.... this room, this memory, this mind game dressed up in clean sheets and stale air.Something gnaws at me. Not fear exactly. It's the stillness.The way it holds its breath, like even the walls are waiting for something.I don't hear him come in.There's no warning. No sound. Just a sudden shift in the room that makes my pulse skids when I sense it too late. I lift my head and he's already there.Standing just inside the door.The Ice King.His presence cuts through the air like a blade.He's not in his usual pristine form. No presse
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The air is still when I wake.Flat, recycled and quiet in a way that feels familiar.My eyes adjust slowly as I drag them across the ceiling then to the walls.No windows.No clock.I am back in the same four corners I remember. Same sterile gray walls, dim lighting and that heavy door with no fucking handle on this side. I am back in the room they gave me when this all started. If I can call it that but it's not a cell, just something in between. Just a limbo of muted colors and carefully placed illusions.The blanket is the same too. It's too soft and too clean. It's the kind of luxury that makes your skin itch because it isn't about comfort... It's more or less about this psycho's twisted psychological game. The last thing I remember was being drugged... how long have I been out for?A strangled scream tears from the center of my chest before I can stop it.I sit up fast and hurl the nearest pillow across the room. It hits the vanity table with a hollow thud knocking something ove
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The sound returns first.It's faint.It feels wrong.It slithers in beneath the bassline with a subtle buzz, then a crackle much like feedback from a speaker that isn't there. The Ice King's smile fades, just slightly as his gazes down at the crowd.I catch it too.There is a distortion in the rhythm. A breath that is held too long. A figure moving too smoothly through the chaos below.It shouldn't be noticeable, I mean not with all the bodies pulsing to the beat and certainly not with the way the strobe lights fracture movement into blurs but something about it sets my nerves on edge. The odd movements registers in my spine before it reaches my brain.The Ice King's eyes darken.But he doesn't speak.He just... shifts.Not away and not out of fear, but with the cold efficiency of a man used to anticipating violence before it begins. He positions himself in front of me, just slightly but enough that if a shot came through the glass, it would hit him first. His hand brushes against my h
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From up here, the world looks blurred by smoke and sin.The VIP section looms above it all tucked behind a one-way glass. Below, bodies writhe under red strobes, chasing ecstasy and forgetting names. My gaze lingers over tangled limbs and naked skin that gleams with sweat. Pleasure is currency here and everyone down there is either selling it or buying more time to feel alive.I lean further against the glass. Not for comfort, because there is none, but to feel something solid beneath my hands. My palms are damp, and my breath is uneven but my eyes... they don't blink. They watch.They can see people disappearing into darkness down there. Into rooms with no doors or into corners that eat the light. I envy how they vanish willingly, like moths diving into flame.A woman collapses into a man's lap and throws her head back in what must be laughter though I can't hear it. The music below is too loud, too relentless it just drowns everything in bass and distortion. Another figure slides in
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Without warning, the Ice King's fingers hook under my chin and drag my gaze up to his. The smooth pad of his thumb is warm, but his touch is rough, unapologetic and commands obedience. There's no gentleness in the way he tilts my head, only precision like he's not touching a person but rather inspecting something valuable... or dangerous.My breath stutters and catches in my throat like it slammed into a wall.The man turns my face slowly in his hand as he studies me with those sharp, unreadable eyes. His grip isn't cruel, but it isn't kind either. It's deliberate and cold like he's trying to figure out what I've seen. What I've heard. What I might be hiding.For a moment, he just looks--- through me.... into me--- and something inside me coils tight.Then his thumb brushes just beneath my bottom lip in a slow and mocking like he knows he's unraveling me and wants me to feel every second of it. The soft brush of his skin against mine sends a sudden and sharp jolt that shoots straight t
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"Wait here." the man's voice is firm and sharp enough to stop me cold. His hand had shot out like a barrier as his eyes flick back to make sure I obey. Without another glance, he strides toward Daniel, who leans casually against the matte black SUV, watching us with quiet intensity. I watch the man's broad back recede as he walks away with unyielding confidence. My hands slowly curl into fists at my sides in a silent battle to stay still as a war rage inside me. Now I'm left standing alone under the scorching sun that is turning the stone courtyard into a giant furnace underneath my very feet. The heat is already rising in shimmering waves blurring the edges of the high perimeter walls, the matte black SUV, and even the slumped guards posted near its flanks.My eyes dart restlessly around the compound; I haven't been out here since that day. Since Cessa. Now the world feels narrower... more suffocating. The memory from that day rises unbidden. I had earned a wooden knife, a mock trop
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