Semua Bab FORBIDDEN AFFAIR WITH THE BIKER I CAN'T HAVE : Bab 111 - Bab 120

ELARA’S POVI took a breath.Steadied my shaking hand.And swung the knife down…Ray’s eyes snapped open.His hand shot up, catching my wrist mid-swing with a crushing force. The knife stopped inches from his throat.Then he smiled.“Did you really think,” he said, his voice perfectly clear, perfectly awake, “that I wouldn’t know?”No.No, no, no…Ray twisted my wrist violently. Pain exploded through my arm and the knife clattered to the floor.Then he stood, completely steady, showing no signs of being drugged at all.“How?” I breathed, stumbling backward.Ray laughed. Actually laughed…a sound of genuine amusement that made my blood run cold.“Oh, Elara,” he said, walking toward me slowly. “Did you think you were clever? Putting sleeping pills in the food? Really?”He knew.He’d known the whole time.“The guards…”“Are fine,” Ray interrupted. “Well, most of them are pretending to be unconscious right now. Quite convincingly, I thought. Diego’s performance was particularly good.”My l

ELARA’S POVI lost track of time in the darkness.Hours. Days. Maybe weeks.There was no light in the basement room. No windows. No way to tell if it was morning or night, if time was passing or if I’d been suspended in some eternal black void.No food. No water.Just darkness and pain and the slow dissolution of everything I used to be.My back still burned from the beating Ray had given me. The wounds had scabbed over, then cracked open again when I moved, then scabbed again. I could feel my shirt stuck to my skin with dried blood.I drifted in and out of consciousness, my body too weak to do much else.Sometimes I thought I heard voices above me. Footsteps. The sounds of normal life continued while I rotted in the dark.Sometimes I hallucinated. I saw Knox standing in the corner, watching me with sad eyes. Saw Rylan reaching out his hand, telling me it was time to go. I saw my mother, who has been dead for twenty years, sitting beside me and stroking my hair.None of it was rea

ELARA’S POVThe drive took over an hour.We left the mountains behind, descended into valleys, then climbed again into a different mountain range. It was isolated and even more remote.Dmitri sat beside me the entire time, occasionally making phone calls in Russian…a language I didn’t understand…but mostly just watching me with those predatory eyes.I kept my gaze fixed out the window, refusing to look at him, trying to prepare myself for whatever was coming.Finally, the SUV turned off the main road onto a private drive. We drove for another ten minutes through dense forest before the trees opened up to reveal a massive building.Calling it a house felt inadequate.It was more like a compound…three stories of stark concrete and glass, all sharp angles and cold lines. Brutalist architecture that looked more like a prison or fortress than a home.There was nothing beautiful about it. Nothing welcoming.Just hard edges and gray surfaces and windows that looked like empty eyes staring out

KNOX’S POVI couldn’t sleep no matter how hard I tried. Victoria was curled against me, with her head on my chest, her breathing slow and even. She’d fallen asleep hours ago.But I lay awake, staring at the ceiling of her bedroom, feeling restless in a way I couldn’t explain.Something was wrong. Not with Victoria but Something inside me.Like an itch I couldn’t scratch. A word on the tip of my tongue that I couldn’t quite say.I shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable without waking Victoria.She murmured something in her sleep and tightened her arm around my waist.I closed my eyes and tried to force myself to sleep.Darkness closed in. Then the dreams started. Blood.So much blood.It’s everywhere…on the ground, on my hands, soaking through my clothes.I’m trying to reach someone. Trying to get to them. But my legs won’t work right. Everything hurts. Everything is failing.“Knox!” A voice screams my name. The person sounded so lost and terrified. I know that voice. I turned and

Elera's POV The fifth woman didn’t introduce herself. She sat very still in a corner chair, staring at nothing. She had pale skin, dark hair, and looked utterly vacant.“That’s Anastasia,” Caroline said quietly. “She’s been here three years. She doesn’t speak much anymore.”I felt sick looking at her. At all of them.This was my future. What I’d become if I stayed here long enough.“Sit down,” Caroline said, not unkindly. “I’ll explain how things work here.”I sat on an empty chair, my legs weak.Caroline remained standing, clearly comfortable in her role as spokesperson. “The rules are simple. Obedience earns privileges. Defiance earns punishment.”“What kind of privileges?” I asked.“Better food. Time outside. Books. Permission to speak to other dolls.” Caroline gestured around. “We’re allowed to gather like this because we’ve earned it through good behavior.”“And punishment?”Sophie’s hand unconsciously moved to the scars on her arm. “Isolation. Sensory deprivation. Sometimes p