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Lashings? She couldn’t possibly mean— And what the hell was Jake doing here? He was part of this? I stare, frozen, as Jake’s heavily booted, mud-caked feet step onto the cold metal floor of the container, his gaze carefully avoiding mine. A helmet dangles from his left arm, He faces Gratia, standing rigidly like a soldier awaiting orders. With the light now streaming in from the open door, I finally get a full look at her. Gratia—draped in a white linen blouse tucked into sharply tailored white pants that somehow remain spotless despite the mud outside. Her wrists are stacked with heavy beads that clink with every small movement. The flashlight is now dangling from her other hand, its beam dancing across the walls. Her raven black hair is pulled back tightly, and her lips are painted a harsh red that makes her smile look even colder. “I was in the middle of a race,” Jake mutters irritably, shifting the helmet to his other arm. Still, his eyes refuse to meet mine. “That

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“The smelling salt didn’t work?” A woman’s voice, calm but annoyed, cuts through the fuzz in my head. A man replies, but I can’t hear him clearly. Everything sounds like it’s underwater. My eyes sting as I try to open them. Where the hell am I? “She’s awake. Great. Hey, wake up.” Cold fingers grab my jaw, tilting my head up. I try to open my eyes again, but the light burns. Everything is too bright. There’s a weird prickling sensation on my left leg, and I want to reach down and scratch it. But I can’t. My arms won’t move. My wrists are tied. The memories crash into me all at once. The container. Jake. My clothes. The needle. The rope. “Bitch, wake the fuck up. Geez.” That same cold hand smacks lightly against my face. Then I smell it—salt. Sharp and bitter. I cough and jerk back, my eyes finally blinking open. The flashlight is blinding, and I flinch. When I manage to look down, my breath catches. I’m not naked anymore, but what I’m wearing isn’t much better. A scra

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The substance celeste injected into me must be messing with my mind… hallucinations, maybe. That’s the only explanation for what I’m seeing. Because there’s no way I’m actually at Alex’s estate. But my brain… it’s trying to convince me otherwise. I see myself stumbling down the grand staircase of the Blackwood mansion, the marble steps spinning under my feet. I feel the impact. Every roll. Every slam against the cold stone. Above me, the chandelier twinkles like stars through my half-closed eyes. There’s shouting—someone’s screaming, but the sound comes in waves, distorted like it’s floating underwater. Then there’s something wet. Lodged between my thighs. I blink, and Lucy’s face is hovering above mine. What the hell? She looks… different. Her cheeks are rounder, her hair cut short and blunt around her jawline. She’s staring at me, her brows pinched in worry. Why is she in my dream? Why does it feel so real? I groan and drag my hand down between my thighs. My fingers t

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“Yeah, just like that… shhh.” A feminine voice slips into my left ear. The right side is dead, like it’s been stuffed with cotton. I can’t move… not even twitch. It should scare me, but I can’t feel anything. Or can I? “How many doses did you give her?” I try moving my arm. Something soft brushes beneath my palm. Silk? I drag my hand again. It’s silk. “She’s awake. Oh, I’m loving this. And just in time… darling.” Warm hands wrap around mine and my eyes fly open. I’m in a dim room. Not pitch black—just enough light to blur the edges. The walls are painted a deep slate gray, almost blue under the low light. Jake slouches on a black velvet couch, camera pointed straight at me. A TV on the wall flickers with rough static and beside it, are a pair of crutches. My head turns. She’s there. Sleek blonde ponytail. Perfect nails. Red lips. She doesn’t look evil. But I know better. Jake. He… he… “Whoa, whoa—easy.” Her hand presses me back against the mattress. I glance

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“Where the fuck are we heading? Where the fuck are you taking me? I—” “Oh, sister, please don’t cry… you’re making me seasick.” Her cold hands clutch my shoulders as she leans down, pouting at me like I’m the one being unreasonable. My instincts scream to hoist her and fling her overboard… if only I could. She presses the crutches back into my hands, then walks to the other side of the railing with her back to me. “Don’t sulk, sister. If I were you, I’d use this opportunity to admire the view. Look at God’s creation.” She raises her hands toward the endless blue, and the sting of tears bites at my eyes. With her back turned, I drag myself toward her without thinking, raising the base of the crutch— “Heyy… you can’t walk properly like that.” I freeze. Jake grabs me from behind, one hand yanking down the raised crutch I’d intended to smash into Celeste. She turns, still smiling, completely unaware of what I was about to do. “Let me take her back inside,” he says. “No

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“For the love of all things stressful, can you stop trying to jump off the ship? You’re being unreasonable, and I might as well beat the stubbornness out of you if you keep acting this way.” I watch with dazed eyes as Jake carries me back inside the ship, through that cursed all-white hallway that makes me feel like I’ve been admitted to a mental asylum. It doesn’t help that I’m also dressed in a flimsy white gown—the exact kind patients wear in those places. I wasn’t contemplating suicide or anything. The windowless rooms were just making me sick, and I needed fresh air. So I walked out of the room I’ve been confined in for… days? To my surprise, the door wasn’t locked. Jake wasn’t even guarding it. My legs have healed enough, so I did what I could. I ran. I don’t know why, I just… did. Out into the open, into the inky blackness that is the sea. The sight alone makes me want to throw up the pathetic dinner they gave me—apples, as usual. The ship is massive, now that I thin

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“You’re up early.” “And I should’ve drugged you so you’d still be asleep while I handle my business,” Jake mutters, clearly annoyed as he walks slowly to the edge of my bed. I woke early, even without knowing if it’s morning or not. I had to act fast. The keys are hidden now, tucked away somewhere he won’t easily find. And I’m almost certain that’s exactly what he’s looking for. I keep my expression neutral, feigning the grogginess of someone who just woke up as i dart my gaze to the red dot flashing slightly from the perched camera close to the couch by the walls as i remember shifting it in the middle of the night to face the wall while i stash the keys in the wooden lines on the ceiling. “We’re on the lower deck,” I say, more a statement than a question. He glances at me briefly before shifting his attention back to the couch. Shit. Does he think he dropped the keys under there? “Yes, I believe we are. If you’re planning to throw yourself into the ocean, I suggest you w

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“So you’re saying—” “He got me pregnant…” So that’s why she’s so jealous? To the extent of harming Beatrice? Because he chose her instead of her? “I don’t believe anything you say about Beatrice. I want to go back…” She flinches suddenly, and I pause, watching her remove her hands from the railing. She drops them to her sides with a sigh, and I catch the slight drip of blood. “These darn railings… you never know when you might just get scratched by the rusted parts,” she laughs softly, rubbing the bleeding wound with the scarf wrapped around her neck. I eye her warily as another gust of wind blows, scattering her hair to the side. “Don’t look at me like—” The sound of footsteps behind me cuts her off. Her gaze shifts to Jake, standing just behind the lounge chair I’m currently occupying. How is he so fast? “Sorry for interrupting your little sister bonding,” he says, directing his words at Celeste, “but we have some serious issues.” I spare a glance at the blonde w

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0058: The Final Thread

I’ve always known I had the terrible habit of sticking my nose where it didn’t belong, even when the warning bells were screaming DON’T DO IT. But it’s the fear of being left in the dark that terrifies me the most. The feeling that if I don’t know what’s going on, I’m being blindly led into a slaughter zone. Even now, as I walk hand-in-hand with Alex. He says nothing, but his lips curve into a heartwarming smile as he lifts me off the ground. My head turns automatically, trying to take in the surroundings. A hospital? The bright, sterile ceiling glows above, and the sharp scent of medicine burns my nostrils as I realize I’m being carried toward a bed. Confusion claws at my chest. What’s going on? I glance up at his face. His lips are moving like he’s trying to speak, or maybe he already is—I can’t tell. The softness of the sheets cushions my back as he gently lowers me onto the bed. But the moment my body sinks into it, a sharp sting radiates from my pelvis, burning hot and

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TWO MONTHS AGO ALEXANDER’S POV I stare blankly at my phone screen as I clench the cigar in my hand. I don’t even know how long it’s been. Minutes? Hours? I’m a complete mess. Why did I ask her to come? I should’ve gone to pick her up myself. But she insisted on coming alone. And now I feel like the biggest fool after what happened last night. I wasn’t gentle enough… and God, she still thinks she’s a virgin. The thought makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Just how badly did she lose herself? “Sir? The conference is about to start.” “Cancel it.” I don’t bother looking at Mario. I flip through the files on my desk, but he’s still standing there, stiff and waiting. “Sir—It’s the Matin Muir, and you said—” “I know what I said, Mario. I won’t be attending.” I turn my gaze back to the view. The weight of the day presses on me. My name’s all over the internet for the worst reasons, thanks to Theodore. I cut my gaze toward my father’s massive portrait hanging on t

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