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Rafael himself looked so at ease, so unguarded, so… at home. Marcie couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe properly. The silence felt suffocating, pressing in around her until her chest ached. Then the faintest creak betrayed her, the door shifting slightly under her hand. The woman’s head snapped up first, her gaze locking onto Marcie’s with instant sharpness. Wide-eyed, alert, almost defensive. A heartbeat later, Rafael stirred, blinking as though waking from a brief rest. Confusion flickered across his face, but the moment his eyes landed on the doorway, on Marcie, on the box in her trembling hands, on the devastation written across her expression...the color drained from him completely.

he murmured against her cheek. Yrah pulled her head away and shoved her swivel chair backward to put some distance between her and the psycho convict who ravished her. She scrambled to her feet and used her hand to fan herself. Jesus, what just happened? Did she really just almost kiss him again? Was she nuts? Maybe it was claustrophobia. She read an article about astronauts going nuts in space because there’s nothing else out there.

Madie continued to scan through the papers, finally getting to the photographs so she could look at pictures instead of words. After a photo or two, the light smile on her face disappeared as she registered what was in the photo. Some were black and white, some were colored. Some were places, some were people. Some had Mother Superior in it. Her heartbeat became quick without her knowledge, eyes focusing on flicking the photographs one after the other. She wondered why looking through it made her nervous. Maybe because she was starving, and the tummy monster was getting to her? Or maybe there was this tug at her head that told her she knew this place. Knew this people.

"Oh, Maddie, I am resting. I'm lying in this fancy bed, surrounded by these incredibly soft pillows, while Hazel and I discuss whether the duke should choose the wallflower or the feisty redhead." "The feisty redhead, obviously," Hazel chimed in. "She's got spunk." I rolled my eyes. "As long as you're not overdoing it." "Madison, dear, reading is hardly running a marathon. Besides, these stories keep my blood pressure interesting." "Mom!" "What? I'm just saying these books are very educational." "Please stop talking." I pinched the bridge of my nose, grateful they couldn't see my face turning red. "So," Hazel cut in, "have you explored Vegas yet? Hit the slots? Seen any shows?"

∆EZEKIEL∆ "Open the damn door, Zeke.... I know you’re inside." Madison’s voice crashed through the silence of my apartment along with the violent pounding that rattled the door on its hinges. I didn’t move. I lay flat on my back, staring at the ceiling that hadn’t changed in three days, watching the faint crack that ran across it like a scar that refused to heal. The room smelled stale, a mixture of sweat, alcohol, and neglect, and somewhere near my feet, an empty bottle rolled lazily when the pounding hit the door again.

20 Madison is mind linking Sean and the others, warning them about the writing on the walls. Then we hear the doorbell ring, Madison looked quickly toward me in a panicked look and we both started down the stairs. We went to the door and Madison jumped, " Sorry Sean is really upset right now he's yelling through the mindlink not to open the door. "1 " I'll do it then. I wanna know who this creep is. " I say and slowly turn the nob on the front door. Once the door is open I brace for impact...6

Madison fumbles with a key ring, and my blood turns to ice. "You can't do this," I whisper. "Watch us," Emma says. The door swings open, revealing a cramped space filled with dusty boxes and forgotten furniture. The air smells stale, like it's been closed up for years. A single bulb hangs from the ceiling, casting weak yellow light that makes everything look sick. "Time for your timeout," Madison says, shoving me inside. "Maybe a night alone will remind you what happens to Omegas who forget their place." I stumble, catching myself on a stack of boxes. "Wait, please...."

The humming stopped, and in its place, an irritating and high-pitched scream awakened a migraine, and I winced in pain when all external stimuli hurt me. „Conrad, what are you doing here?” Maddie asked, shocked, submerging herself in my tube's sickly sweet oily water. „I could ask you the same question. And believe me, I have a greater right to know. So let me ask.” I turned my irritated, mad, and exhausted face right at her. „Who gave you permission to enter my apartment?” I asked, trying not to sound enraged. I blocked my nose and parted my lips slightly, unable to withstand inhaling the scents any longer. I focused my eyes on Maddie’s face, although from the corner of my eye, I noticed he

POV - ESMEE BADEUAX My tears fall backward, burning as they singe their way down my throat. The room is dark and I can barely see a thing, the last thing I remembered was being knocked out. I try to get up but I'm pulled back by chains, this chair is so uncomfortable that my back is starting to hurt. I start to shift in my seat so that I can get a bit comfortable. "Stop that." Says a voice from a distance. "Where am I?" I question the person. I can't see him clearly because it's too dark. "Who are you?" I asked once more.

Her talon nails longer than ever and the flames in her eyes dancing about with so much fury that her gaze alone could burn the life out of a person. "You dare to play me! "Madre screams as she moves under a second to Rachel's front. "Ma... Mader, please... "Rachel begs as she knows her explanations are of no use. Madre won't believe her. Indeed fate has turned the tables on her. Madre stabs her talon nails into Rachel's stomach and Rachel Gasps as Mader twists the long nails in Rachel's stomach. Mader digs her hand deeper till she's wrist deep in Rachel's stomach and Rachels pupils shrink as blood gushes out her mouth.