Todos los capítulos de Delirium: A Dark Erotic Psychological Horror Romance: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

I spun back, my heartbeat slamming against my ribs.The woman was gone.The gallery pressed in on me, the walls shrinking, the paintings twisting into something unrecognizable.My breath came in short, ragged bursts.The taste of iron coated my tongue.I stumbled back, my vision blurring.I wasn’t safe here.I wasn’t safe anywhere.15DELPHINEShe saw me.I hadn’t meant to get that close.I had watched her from afar, studied the way she moved, the way she twitched every time an unseen force brushed against her skin.She was unraveling, slipping through the cracks Cassian had carved into her mind.But she needed to know.She needed to understand what she had done.I had seen this before—had lived it before.Cassian didn’t choose randomly.He didn’t haunt just anyone.He marked them.Possessed them.Broke them apart until they weren’t even human anymore.And Lena… she was already his.I shouldn’t have spoken to her.It was dangerous.He was always watching, always listening.But I could

The mirror began to distort, the glass rippling like water.I reached out, terrified, desperate to touch something, to anchor myself to reality.But there was no anchor.Only him.Only his hands, his voice, his control.He was everything now.20LENAThe mirror shouldn’t have moved.I stood in front of it, breath shallow, heart rattling in my chest.My skin was clammy, a cold sweat trickling down the back of my neck.The reflection was still.Too still.The Lena staring back at me wasn’t breathing.I blinked.She didn’t.The room behind her wasn’t mine.The walls were too dark, shifting like ink spreading through water.A thick, unnatural shadow loomed in the reflection’s corners, swallowing the edges of the furniture.My paintings—gone.The shelves?Empty.There was nothing in that version of my room but a distorted, hollow version of me.And then… he appeared.Cassian’s figure unfurled in the mirror, emerging from the darkness like he was stepping through the bones of reality.His f

You don’t do that to yourself.You don’t tear yourself apart like that.Unless—The room felt smaller.My breath came shallow.A sick, crawling horror slithered down my spine.Unless Lena never crashed at all.Unless someone had made her believe she had.22LENAThe nightmares were getting worse.I woke up gasping, clawing at my arms, the ghost of something sharp lingering against my skin.The sheets clung to me, damp with sweat.My heart pounded so hard it hurt.The dream had felt so real.Not a car crash.Not the sound of metal screaming, or the smell of gasoline, or the flash of headlights swallowing me whole.No.This time, I was standing in front of a mirror.And I was cutting myself open.The blade was in my hand.I could feel the cold weight of it, the way it kissed my skin and split it apart like paper.My reflection watched with dark, empty eyes, lips curled in something close to pleasure."You did this to yourself," she whispered.I shuddered, burying my face in my hands.It

1LENAThe air felt heavier that night, thick like smoke, suffocating my lungs with every breath.My fingers trembled as I stood before the mirror, staring into the reflection I couldn’t seem to escape.He was there, watching me, his presence lingering behind my own image, like a shadow waiting to consume me whole.“I told you, Lena,” his voice cracked through the stillness, low and rasping, like gravel grinding against bone. “You’ve known me far longer than you think.”I tried to look away, but I couldn’t. I felt his eyes on me, crawling under my skin, even though he wasn’t physically there.“What are you talking about?”My voice shook as I spoke, the words barely escaping my throat.Cassian’s laughter slid through my mind, echoing, relentless."You summoned me long ago, remember? You begged for me to come, and I did. You made a pact with me, your blood binding us together."I shook my head, fighting the wave of panic that threatened to drown me."No. I didn’t. You're... you're just

My breath came out in desperate gasps, but no matter how much I fought, no matter how much I tried to move, I was trapped.And then, everything went black.3LENAI woke with a violent jerk, gasping, choking.Something was wrong.Everything was wrong.My body was no longer mine.I couldn’t feel my legs, couldn’t control my arms.They were moving on their own, twitching and jerking in unnatural directions.I was staring at the ceiling, but my neck was twisted, the skin stretching, straining, as my head turned to face the bathroom door.The movement was slow, deliberate, like I was nothing more than a puppet, strung up and jerked around by invisible strings.I tried to scream, to move my mouth, but nothing happened.My lips didn’t part.My voice was gone.There was only the presence of him—inside me, inside every cell, inside my mind.He was there, always there, threading through my veins like poison, suffocating me from within.“Lena…”His voice came from my own throat, chilling and th