Semua Bab Bound by vengeance: Bab 81 - Bab 90

DAVINAMy head throbbed like I’d been hit with a brick. My mouth was dry, my throat raw with every breath. My blurred vision turned everything around me into a hazy mix of shadows and shapes.I blinked several times, trying to focus. The ceiling was low and old, and the air reeked of mold mixed with something metallic. I tried to move, but a chill ran down my spine it wasn’t from the cold. It was fear.Other girls were there. Some sitting, some curled up against the walls. Red eyes, muffled sobs, faces etched with panic. I didn’t recognize any of them. The closest one a brunette with tangled hair was trembling, staring at her own hands, her breathing erratic.My mind was still foggy as I tried to remember. I was with Pryia. I remember we were talking, then she left in Gutemberg’s car, and I returned to the guys. I was going to tell them Pryia had run off and that we needed to go after her. And then...Darkness.A flash of memory surfaced. Strong hands gripping my arms. A damp cloth pr

DAVINAAnother room.Just another room filled with girls, and I was just one more.Thin mattresses and worn-out blankets were scattered across the concrete floor. Some girls were crying softly, others just sat still, eyes blank and lifeless.I swallowed hard. A shiver ran down my spine.My hands trembled, but it wasn’t just fear. It was rage. I remembered the sound of my heart pounding against my chest, the suffocating tightness in my throat before everything went black. The panic attack had made me vulnerable and that’s when they took me. I clenched my fists. I hated myself for it.Looking around, I recognized some of the girls from the ship. They were sobbing, holding each other, whispering that they just wanted to go home. I understood them. Part of me wanted to cry too, but I swallowed it down.I had to think.That’s when I saw him one of the guards. I remembered him from the ship. My stomach twisted at the realization. If he was here, then maybe...Aimee.I stood up so fast my vis

MIDNIGHT (HUXLEY)I freeze, my hand still on the doorknob. Stolen?“By who?” I ask, rage already boiling inside me.“KJ’s men,” Willow answers, struggling to catch his breath. “They took all the queen batches Gutemberg’s new pill. Every last one of them... gone.”I turn to him, the fury rising even more. The queen. The new drug Gutemberg developed. It was supposed to be our ace, our advantage stolen right from under our noses.“How the hell did that happen?” I grind out through clenched teeth.“They hit fast. Armed to the teeth. We tried to f

DAVINAThe mirror in front of me was fogged up, reflecting a version of myself I barely recognized. My hair was loose and wet, my face pale, eyes burning with rage, and my body... my body still wasn’t ready for any of this. The clothes were there, tossed on the bed clothes that made me feel like I was dressing for a nightmare, not for a “job” I never chose. One that no one would ever choose.I stared at the dress lying on the bed. The fabric was black as the darkness I felt inside, shimmering under the weak lightbulb. A dress designed to draw attention, as if I were some trophy they wanted to show off.I forced myself into it, feeling the material cling to my skin. The top part was tight, with a slightly low neckline, but the real torment was on the sides, where the cut plunged almost to my waist, exposing bare skin. The lines of fabric hugged my body in the worst ways, squeezing where I didn’t want to be touched. It was too short, too tight, and that awful shimmer made me feel like an

DAVINAThis is the fourth time I'm going to the club, but I'm not as nervous as I was the first time. Back then, my stomach would turn just thinking about having to touch a man and pretend to enjoy it. Now, I don’t have to worry. I know who’s going to be there. I know what’s going to happen.Vincent.I’m not exactly sure what’s going on between us. He promised he would help me, but we haven’t made much progress in that area, and we’ve started drawing unwanted attention.The first time was… surreal. We just danced. The music was slow, his eyes burning into me as he pulled me close. I thought I might melt under that gaze, and when he touched me softly, but possessively, I knew my body would never forget it. And then, his voice… velvety and deep, with a hint of sincerity that almost made me wonder if he was being real or just acting. I dreamed about him that night, about the feel of his touch, the sound of his breath.The second and third time, he brought news that gave me some relief. He