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Vivian died alone in her home, her body not discovered until it had already begun to rot. Only then did a question arise within me. After the deaths of my parents and Vivian, I never saw their souls. So why did I remain? The system finally appeared and answered my doubt. It said it had seen how painful my life had been, and how tragic my death was. So it used its power to keep my soul intact, allowing me to witness their downfall with my own eyes. Now that they were all gone… it was time for me to let go and be reborn.

The more Nathan read, the redder his eyes became. At the very end of the letter, I had left a final note, as if mocking myself. "Eight years of love disappeared in the blink of an eye, swallowed by a lie. Nate, I never thought the day would come when I'd die at your hands…"

he greeted, and my heart sank. “Looking at you, I'm scared that you won't get out of here alive because you look so weak. People stronger than you have been here, and only their dead bodies were taken out of here. You have two choices to choose from right now. One of them being, committing suicide right now, and the other one would be to go in there to lose your life here,” he told me.

None of them good. People below were moving toward what looked like a long counter at the far wall. Metal trays clattered as they lined up — food distribution, maybe? Others lounged on their bunks like they’d accepted this as their new life. They all had numbers on their chests too — different ones, from what I could see. 0497, 0415, 0489, 0520… How many people were here? “So,” he said suddenly, leaning forward, his elbows on his knees, “how did you die, Leah?”

Finally immobilized and at the mercy of her attackers, Kendra could do nothing but turn her face away so that she didn’t have to look at any of them and hope that the horrific ordeal would be over soon. For a brief moment, time slowed down. The first thing that she saw was the dead bodies of the men. Had Alice done that? She searched for her with her eyes, but could see no sign of the woman who had sacrificed her body on their behalf in such a way. She’d paid little attention to Rupert’s taunting words as they took Alice or the fact that he’d claimed that it was something that Alice was very used to and actually enjoyed.

We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.

Four ? Ryan’s words echoes again, but this time it’s louder: “You’d be tortured until you can’t take it anymore and kill yourself. Do me a favor and don’t die.” My heart pounds against my ribcage, Did they all die? Will the same thing happen to me? I look up. “Where are the first four wives now? What happened to them?” Miss Adora glances up at the security camera, then toward my bed— like there could be other hidden microphones, cameras, or spyware lurking.

The kindness of this stranger nearly broke her. “I . . . I’m not worth it,” she said, and her face crumbled, and her skin crawled, and her hair was matted and she had just endured some of the worst hours of her life, listening to this mad man grunt and groan and howl as he ripped at her skin and bit at her breast. She was glad Aleta was dead. She was glad of it. Because if she had lived with these memories in her head . . . The hunter’s shine from earlier melted and turned into tears, which ran down her cheeks and dropped onto the freshly polished floor.

I finished, cleaned up, and changed into my pyjamas so that the blackness could carry me away from it all. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. _____________________________________________________________ Fourth Chapter!!! How Is it ? Word Count: 588

I fell to my knees. It wasn't a calculated move. It was gravity. My legs simply gave out under the weight of what I felt. I wrapped my arms around her waist, burying my face in the silk of her dress, against her stomach. I held her like she was a rock in a storm, my fingers digging into the fabric. "I died," I whispered, the words muffled against her. "For four years, I was a walking corpse. I breathed. I spoke. I killed. But there was nothing inside. It was just... static."