บททั้งหมดของ Scar; The Ugly Bride of The Alpha King: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

“Hold it down, Eve. It’s not like anyone can hear your screams here anyway.” His voice slithers through the air, calm and venomous. Before I can move, he grabs my shoulders and forces me forward. My face crashes into the mattress; the sound of the impact rings in my ears. I try to scream, but the sound dies against the fabric, muffled, desperate. He traps my legs together with a swift, practiced movement and something tightens around my ankles. Aghh! The sound that escapes me is raw, strangled. The ropes bite into my skin as I twist, but they only dig deeper. My limbs refuse to obey; my body trembles under the weight of the heat burning through me. By the time he steps back, I’m as helpless as a fish caught in a net …..limbs locked, body drenched in sweat, lungs screaming for air. “Why… why, Zain… I trusted you. We were mates… Why did you—” He sits beside me and rakes his fingers through his hair. The movement is careless, bored, as though my pain is entertainment. “Mates?”

Seven days later...Cold.It’s so damn cold. My body keeps shivering every few seconds…..trust me, I’ve tried to control it… but I’ve long failed.Darkness. That’s all I see, day and night. Blood, piss, and damp…..that’s all I smell here. Most of it’s mine… the rest isn’t. My mind has gone numb to the screams echoing around me, from the silhouettes that share my cellblock and the guards outside who talk like we’re already dead. From the little I catch, more and more prisoners are being dragged in every day.Rogues.They’re all rogues.After Kill got poisoned, I heard the rogue attacks multiplied. The cartel had been underestimated — they were far larger, far more organized than the council or Kill ever expected.The door to my cell creaked open, and I cringed instinctively. I tried to move, but couldn’t. My wrists were tied above my head, arms stretched raw and sore, my head barely supported by the wall behind me. I pressed my thighs together and tried to curl into myself ….note tried

The first thing I feel is the cold.
The kind that seeps through bones and reminds you you’re still alive only because death hasn’t bothered to collect you yet.Blood has long dried into the cracks of the floor, forming a map of my every scream that echoed here. My body lies curled on the same stone that has become my bed, coffin, and grave all at once.I hear footsteps.Slow. Rhythmic. Familiar.But they aren’t like everyday. They don’t leave. When the door creaks open, light spills across the floor but I didn’t even have the energy to look up and see who it is.“Rise and shine, your Majesty,” a voice whispered sweetened with mockery. Violet.“Today’s your big day.”What did she mean by that? Were they going to kill me finally? I don’t move. Couldn’t.My wrists are swollen from the chains; my lips cracked, my throat raw. When I try to speak, only air comes out along with that metallic taste of blood. Violet crouches beside me, tilting her head. Her gloved hand grabs my chin roughly

It wasn’t my fault. Nothing was ever my fault.My mother running away after betraying my dad.My face resembling my mother’s.His hatred for me because I looked like her…a ghost he never managed to kill.I am not her. I was never her.Yet he made sure to direct all his hate towards me, carving it into my skin like a prophecy he never let heal. What did I do to deserve all this? Nothing. But monsters rarely need reasons.“ Wh-at are you do-ing here?”I manage to spit out the words along with blood from my lips, the metallic taste clinging to my teeth, and he tilts his head to look at me. Of course. He still thinks I am that weak, useless girl who used to beg him to love her …the girl who apologized so much her voice bled out of her throat… when it was never her fault.He steps closer.I don’t look away.My eyes stay rooted on him, nails digging into my palms until I feel skin tear.And then grasp ,his fingers clamp around my chin, yanking my face up, forcing my neck into a sharp angle

Trust me when I say I tried.I tried with every drained cell in my body every dying spark of courage in my mind to keep my head high. To stay resilient. Unbreakable. To look these people in the eye and show them that they couldn’t break me.Never.But I’m tired.Days… weeks… months. I can’t anymore. My mind is still fierce, determined, unyielding but Luna… she’s gone quiet. I haven’t heard her voice in weeks. Zain’s betrayal broke her, pushed her into a shell she refuses to come out of. And now… my body’s surrendering too.It can’t take this anymore.I’m lying in a pool of my own blood. Every inch of my skin marred with cuts, bruises, filth no patch of flesh untouched. My tattered excuse of clothes hang by threads, soaked red and clinging to me. My head is numb, limbs drained, stomach hollow. My heart the only thing still fighting beats weakly, stubbornly… but I can feel it faltering.As the last whip lands on my back, I don’t flinch. I go numb to the pain. I feel nothing , empty ,unt