Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ruin Me,DADDY: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Chapter 81The van jolted over rough ground, every bump sending fresh pain through my bound wrists. My mouth was dry as sandpaper, my stomach a tight knot of hunger that had moved past aching into something sharper, more desperate. I could barely swallow. Elena was still unconscious beside me, her head lolling against the metal wall of the van, her breathing shallow but steady. They had left her behind in the warehouse. They only wanted me.I tried to twist my wrists again, but the zip-ties cut deeper, warm blood trickling down my forearms. The two men in the front seat laughed at something on the radio Lucian’s team was closing in, they said. They had abandoned the warehouse just in time.My head spun. I kept thinking of Lucian’s face the last time I saw him, the way he had kissed me before I left for the safe house. He would be tearing the city apart right now. I knew it in my bones. But the thought didn’t stop the fear clawing at my chest.The

Chapter 83The new room was smaller, darker, and smelled of mildew and rust.My wrists were chained higher this time, forcing me to stand. The zip-ties had cut deep enough that every small movement sent fresh blood trickling down my forearms. My legs trembled from exhaustion, but I refused to let them buckle. Hunger had turned into a constant, hollow ache. Thirst was worse my tongue felt swollen and foreign, sticking to the roof of my mouth with every attempt to swallow.Elena was gone. They had left her behind in the first warehouse. The thought twisted like a knife in my chest. She was safe with Lucian now. She had to be.The door at the top of the stairs opened with a metallic scrape. Two masked men came down carrying nothing but a phone. The taller one crouched in front of me and held the screen up so I could see it.Victoria’s face filled the display, smiling like we were old friends.“Hello, little princess,” she said sweet

Chapter 85The chain dug deeper into my wrists every time I shifted.I had stopped trying to fight the restraints hours ago. My shoulders burned, my legs had gone numb from standing so long, and the hunger had turned into a deep, hollow pain that made my stomach feel like it was caving in on itself. Thirst was the worst part. My tongue felt thick and swollen, sticking to the roof of my mouth with every attempt to swallow. The single bottle of water they had left earlier was long gone. I had rationed it until the last drop, but it hadn’t been nearly enough.Elena was gone. They had left her behind in the first warehouse. The thought kept circling in my head like a prayer. She was safe with Lucian now. She had to be.The door at the top of the stairs opened with a metallic scrape.Two masked men came down carrying nothing but a phone. The taller one crouched in front of me and held the screen up.“Victoria wants you to see thi

Chapter 87The new room smelled of mildew and old blood.They had moved me again before dawn, dragging me from the van and down another flight of concrete stairs. My wrists were chained higher this time, forcing me to stand on the balls of my feet. The zip-ties had cut so deep that every small shift sent fresh blood trickling down my forearms. My legs shook violently now, but I refused to let them buckle completely.Hunger had become a living thing inside me, gnawing at my stomach with sharp, angry teeth. Thirst was worse my tongue felt swollen and foreign, sticking to the roof of my mouth with every attempt to swallow. I had stopped trying to call out hours ago. My voice was gone, reduced to a hoarse whisper.Elena was gone. They had left her behind in the first warehouse. The thought kept circling in my head like a prayer. She was safe with Lucian now. She had to be.I closed my eyes and pictured his face the way he looked at me when

Chapter 89The new room was smaller than the last one, the air thicker with damp and the faint metallic tang of old blood.They had moved me again in the dead of night, dragging me from the van and down another flight of concrete stairs. My wrists were chained higher this time, forcing me to stand on the balls of my feet. The zip-ties had cut so deep that every small shift sent fresh blood trickling down my forearms. My legs shook violently now, but I refused to let them buckle completely.Hunger had become a living thing inside me, gnawing at my stomach with sharp, angry teeth. Thirst was worse my tongue felt swollen and foreign, sticking to the roof of my mouth with every attempt to swallow. I had stopped trying to call out hours ago. My voice was gone, reduced to a hoarse whisper.Elena was gone. They had left her behind in the first warehouse. The thought kept circling in my head like a prayer. She was safe with Lucian now. She had to be.