I sat in the cage, feeling like prey awaiting its inevitable fate. The dungeon reeked, and I struggled to breathe amidst the foul stench. My hands and feet trembled with fear, the darkness pressing in on me like a suffocating blanket. It was an experience unlike any other, and I couldn't shake the feeling of injustice. My father's actions felt cruel and unjust, treating me like some expendable pawn.Anger simmered within me, fueled by my father's betrayal and Kayne's part in it. I yearned to confront him, to unleash the full extent of my hatred upon him.Closing my eyes, I gritted my teeth so hard against my lower lip that it threatened to draw blood. In that moment, the line between pain and anger blurred, both manifesting in the crimson hue staining my lips.Footsteps echoed in the dungeon, snapping me out of my thoughts. I tensed as the shadow approached, preparing for another encounter with my father's minions.As the figure drew closer, the features became clearer, revealing one o

I hurried after my husband into our bedroom, where his fury was palpable."What on earth does Yvonne think she is?" he thundered in anger."She's our daughter, Arthur," I replied, my voice trembling, my face drained of color.Truth be told, I didn't approve of Yvonne's actions, nor did I take pride in them. She was defying her father in a way that could prove perilous for her. But how could I convey this to her when she refused to listen?"Did you put her up to this?" Arthur demanded, his eyes flashing with anger.My eyes widened in shock. What was he suggesting? "Arthur, I would never do such a thing. Yvonne made this decision on her own!" I protested vehemently.He chuckled darkly, sinking onto the couch in her room. "Arthur, that dungeon is no place for Yvonne. It's unhealthy. Please, go down there and get her out yourself," I implored, hoping to reason with him."Really? I should bend to Yvonne's will just because she's my daughter? Who knows what she'll demand next, perhaps my hea

I just finished my homework, so I dialed Grace's number, and before I knew it, I was in a conference call with two of my friends."What's going on, Yvonne? I've been calling nonstop," Lora exclaimed, her voice filled with curiosity.I chuckled softly. "I... I was just busy," I replied vaguely.Lora scoffed. "Busy with what?"I smiled choosing to keep my activities to myself. "It's not necessary to say, Lora. I really don't want to bore you."Grace joined in with a laugh. "Well, I was bored all day, and I was thinking we could have you out tonight for a party at the club.""You mean me?" I clarified, surprised."Of course," Lora confirmed.I laughed hard. "Sorry, girls, but tonight is definitely not cool for any of that.""Is that so?" Grace inquired."Listen, you won't understand, but I can't come out tonight. Maybe some other time," I explained."I heard that Alexander is at the club though, and he's been all over Anne," Grace mentioned casually.I felt a twinge of annoyance at the me

I swallowed hard, my mind racing with thoughts of the witches. The last time something like this happened, it was their doing. But this felt different—louder, more menacing. I doubted it was the witches; they wouldn't dare attempt to harm me, knowing they'd have to contend with my mother.Whatever I had collided with had wreaked havoc on my car. I struggled to maintain control of the steering wheel, the car veering erratically from side to side, narrowly avoiding the trailer ahead. Its blaring horn only added to my confusion."Oh my God! Oh my God!" I screamed, my body trembling uncontrollably.My face flushed with a mixture of fury and fear as I teetered on the brink of despair. It felt as though regaining control of the car was an impossible feat.Miraculously, I managed to wrestle the car back under control, swerving it to the left side of the road, despite still maintaining a high speed."Phew! What was that?" I exclaimed, the adrenaline still coursing through my veins as I brought

Larry chuckled, glancing around the crowded bar. "Isn't it obvious? I came to club and party, just like everyone else."He seemed excited, breaking into a dance move as the music blared loudly, making conversation difficult without raising one's voice."I wasn't expecting to see you here," Anne admitted, her nerves palpable."Why? Afraid your boyfriend will catch us?" Larry teased, fixing his gaze on her.Anne shook her head vigorously. "That's not it, Larry. I'm just concerned that you might cause a scene. Alexander may not show it, but I'm sure he's furious with you."Larry scoffed dismissively. "He got what was coming to him. You don't need to worry your pretty head over nothing.""Where are your friends?" Anne asked, glancing behind him."I'm flying solo tonight. They're still recovering from their injuries, poor boys," Larry replied with a hint of amusement.Anne breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that Larry didn't seem intent on causing trouble. While she was confident in Alexan