All Chapters of Delirium: A Dark Erotic Psychological Horror Romance: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"Or would you like me to show you what happens next?"Her body tensed.I smiled against her skin."Because I can do worse, Lena. So much worse."She let out a shaky exhale, her body betraying her.I reached for her trembling hands, guiding them toward the glass.Her fingertips pressed against the surface, meeting the other her on the other side.The darkness in the mirror pulsed, welcoming her."All you have to do is accept it."Her reflection grinned, a mirror image of my own.Lena’s breath trembled.Her lips parted—And I knew.She was mine.16LENAMira screamed.I couldn’t see her, but I could hear her—muffled, distant, as if she were buried beneath layers of thick glass.The sound clawed at my ears, tangled itself in my ribs, filled every hollow space inside me.She was trapped.Because of me.I stared at the mirror, my reflection darkened—eyes black, mouth twisted into something unfamiliar.The air around me felt wrong, thick with something heavy and rotten, something that clung

She laughed softly, reaching up to tuck a strand of my hair behind her ear.Her fingers were too sharp.Too cold."Cassian remade us. You’re just a leftover piece of something broken."I felt it then.The divide.Like two versions of myself tangled together, but only one could remain.And she was stronger.She had fed on my suffering, thrived in my darkness.Cassian’s touch had shaped her into something perfect, something obedient.Something monstrous."I’m not giving up," I whispered.She sighed, shaking her head."You never learn, do you?"The mirror behind her rippled.Dark hands pushed through the glass, fingers curling, stretching toward me.I knew what they were.The remnants of Cassian’s power.The chains he had wrapped around my mind.And she was the lock that kept them in place.Cassian’s Lena.Not me.I clenched my hands into fists.The weight of exhaustion pressed on my shoulders, but I refused to fall.I wasn’t done.Not yet."I’m taking my body back," I said.Her smile fa

It melted and reformed in waves, swallowing my feet, releasing me, pulling me back down.The glass had turned to liquid, thick and cold as blood.Then the first hand burst from the floor.Fingers—long, sharpened, black as tar—clawed their way up from the depths.The surface of the mirror rippled like water, spilling bodies into the collapsing world.I choked back a scream.There were so many of them.People.Or what used to be people.Their skin was stretched too tight over their skulls, their eyes hollow pits of flickering red.Their mouths gaped open in eternal screams, jagged teeth stained black.Some were missing pieces—limbs twisted in the wrong direction, faces slashed apart like shattered porcelain.They were his.The ones Cassian had taken before me.They crawled from the abyss, their broken fingers leaving trails of wet, inky smears across the fractured mirror floor.Some of them barely held together, their bodies split open like rotting fruit, organs sliding out in slow, wet

Why did my body still expect to feel Cassian’s fingers around my throat, still expect to see the dark claw marks down my arms?Why did the shadows in the corners of the room seem too dark, stretching toward me whenever I blinked?I turned my head to the small bathroom across the room.The door was open just enough to see inside.And there it was.The mirror.My stomach twisted.I hadn’t looked at a mirror since I woke up.I couldn’t.Because I knew.I knew.If I looked, if I really looked—I wouldn’t be alone.13LENAThe air in the hospital room felt thick.Stale.Like it had been sitting untouched for centuries.I couldn’t move.I couldn’t breathe.The mirror in the bathroom loomed in my peripheral vision.I tried not to look at it.I knew what would happen if I did.But I had to.Slowly, I sat up, every muscle screaming in protest.The sheets tangled around my legs, cold and damp with sweat.The heart monitor beeped steadily beside me, the only sound in the room.I swallowed.The m

I knew that voice.Mira.Her name hit me like a slap, sending a pulse of heat surging through my body.17LENAMira.She was gone.Cassian had taken her, hadn’t he?I remembered the way she screamed when the mirror swallowed her, the way her body twisted as she was dragged into the abyss.No.I wouldn’t let that be the end.I wouldn’t let him win.With a choked gasp, I forced my hands to move, clawing at the suffocating dark around me.It clung to my skin, thick and wet like tar, resisting, trying to pull me deeper.But I kept climbing, pushing through the weight of it, fighting against Cassian’s grip.His voice sharpened, a sliver of irritation curling beneath the warmth."Why do you always make this so difficult?"He hissed the words against my ear, and for the first time—he sounded angry.Good.I reached deeper, grasping at that crack in the darkness, pulling at it with everything I had.Something gave.The blackness shattered.Light—blinding, searing light—tore through the void, a