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All I can hear a bird chirping. Then I winched as I feel someone grab my wrist. "Babe don't do this? I know you love me right?" He said to me and try to kiss me. But I kneel him between his legs making him scream for pain. I run and I saw a door, thank God it's opened. I went outside and my eyes immediately wander. I saw a big tree and hide from there. I saw him almost reaching me and I began to move but the next things I see I am in the edge of a cliff. I can see him getting near me and I'm running out of choice. So I decide to better jump and die than to be rape by a creepy stalker.

He was sitting there as if gravity meant nothing to him. I pushed the door open a little wider and stepped further out onto the balcony, my mouth slightly agape in shock as I tried to see the person’s face clearly. But before I could make out any distinct features or recognize who he was, he moved. With a sudden, fluid motion, he leaped off the railing and jumped straight down toward the ground below—from the second floor! My heart leaped into my throat. No!

Lysander’s hand was on her throat. "You were a useful tool," he whispered. "But the contract is up." "No," Vespera tried to scream. "No, I changed it! I fixed it!" "You can't fix gravity," Lysander laughed. His fingers opened. The drop. The sickening lurch of her stomach into her throat. The rush of air roaring like a train. The terrifying acceleration. She was falling. Falling toward the cold asphalt. Toward the end. And this time, there was no waking up.

I didn't have a room. "Skylar!" Hearing his voice had my heart racing with fear, I walked down the stairs to meet him in the hallway. There was a door under the stairs, probably to the basement which is where they made me sleep last time. My step-father stood there with the door open. Suddenly he shoved me and I slipped, falling down each step. Rolo barked and growled at him, earning a kick for himself before he too got locked in the basement with me. I swear I heard him lock it with a key. There were three lights down here, they were fairly dim, the floor had been carpeted thankfully, a single mattress lay in one corner of the room no bedframe, a dog bed next to it with the dogs food and wa

She watched every move: who drove, who opened the back door, where the crates went. She couldn’t risk getting too close yet. But she needed eyes on what was inside those boxes. That meant one thing: setting bait. Thursday morning, she slipped into the gym again. No one stopped her this time. She wore her hoodie low, her steps easy. A few of the guys nodded at her now. She was becoming familiar—and that made people careless. In the back hallway near the equipment closet, she found what she was looking for: a weak spot. An old security camera, slightly tilted, barely functioning. And just below it, a cracked maintenance door Drew probably thought no one noticed.

Adrian managed to hold onto Tyron, but the overwhelming gravity still pressed them down hard, causing shock among the onlookers. “How...” “So terrifying!” Everyone was horrified by the scene, feeling extreme dread at Adrian’s strength, and also extremely worried. Adrian was clearly on the brink of collapse. The relentless gravity pressing down on his back was almost causing it to fracture. The situation was terrifying, and Adrian was in a perilous state. Onlookers thought that if Adrian gave up on holding Tyron, he might still be able to recover. After all, he was on the 160th step, while Tyron was on the 159th. The gravity on them was doubled due to the pull.

Stepped into the trap. Now I just had to survive it. The elevator descended, carrying me back to ground level. Back to reality. Except reality had just shifted into something I didn’t recognize. And there was no going back.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Chapter 52 – The Move The morning light should have brought relief. It didn’t. The pale glow creeping through the blinds only revealed how drained they all looked, faces sharp with exhaustion, eyes shadowed from a night without rest. Abby sat on the couch, Ivy leaning against her shoulder, small and trembling despite the blanket wrapped around her. Abby stroked her hair in slow, soothing motions, though her own hands trembled.

"Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Lacelle." Stanley and Callie nearly fainted. After all, a half-naked man, with hickeys and red marks littered all over his body, had just come out of their eldest son's room and greeted them like that. They were shocked beyond words. Still, Callie managed to snap out of it. Her head was still in a whirl, but at least she responded to Leo's greeting with a hum. Then, she pinched Stanley on the arm, hard, and led him to the couch, where they took a seat.

Chapter Twelve The rain had been relentless all Friday. Sheets of water fell from the sky, drumming against windows and rooftops, as if the heavens themselves were mourning or warning. Nora sat in the art studio, trying desperately to focus on her presentation, but her brush hovered uselessly over the canvas. The colours and lines felt meaningless. Every stroke of paint blurred, smudged by the storm of emotions inside her.