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Freya Day 19 of Captivity Tears leaked from my eyes as I sat in silence staring at the empty space across the room where Amy once sat. The smart young woman had been beaten to death over the space of six hours while the man with the long beard held my head in place so I couldn’t look away. I could still hear her screams and see her blood splatter against the wall as claws slashed through her skin. They said they were teaching us a lesson. Teaching me a lesson. We belonged to them now, and any attempt at escaping would be met with deadly force.

He said handing her the paper in his hands She takes it and sees that she scored an F "Miss merkel you could barely answer more than 2 questions " Dane said crossing his legs on top the other and folding his hands while staring at her intimidately "I'm sorry Mr Marcelo" She said trying to avoid his eyes due to embarrassment "Are you miss merkel? I've looked through your records and I must say, if you keep up with this, you might be forced to repeat this semester... you can leave" He said She glares at Dane and leaves his office embarrassed slamming the door shut.

in the corner—just for me. Then I walk off, feeling ten years older, but in the best possible way. This is it. The end of my studies. I made it. Sarah stands at the end of the stage, watching us all, and her smile warms as my eyes lock with hers. Sarah stands at the end of the stage, her warm smile meeting mine. She’s beyond grateful that I convinced Jace to stay on as a teacher for at least another year. He’s now managing the school alongside her, taking on some of her responsibilities—meaning she finally gets more time with her husband, who’s even more grateful.

“At the after party… Kaiden proposed to Isabella.” For a moment, I was silent, and my lips parted slightly, unable to comprehend the words. “No,” I whispered. “I thought you should hear it from me.” She said gently. “The pictures are everywhere, Freya. All over the student groups and on the school’s I***a.” “I don’t believe you…” My voice cracked. “Since you were removed from all the school groups, I will send you the photos instead.” She said, and with that, the call ended.

The thread had been removed from the community, but many had sent me private messages. Some offered words of comfort, some scolded Luke, and the other asked me how I was doing. I replied to none of them. I only left my comment on a certain post that brought everything out in the open. 'The person I failed most was myself. My love for my husband blinded me, and I lost who I was. But now, I've brought her back.' I eventually put my phone away and brought my luggage to the airport security checkpoint. Ahead of me, freedom was waiting.

Franklin's final words echoed through the empty cemetery long after he had left. … Winter break ended, and school resumed. Mom returned to teaching. But she was no longer the strict, fiery head of discipline. She had been demoted to an ordinary language teacher. Every day, she wore the same gray coat, her hair perpetually disheveled. As she walked through campus, students avoided her. Everyone knew. She was the teacher who had locked her own daughter in a spare classroom and left her to freeze to death. On the first day of class, Mom stood at the podium, chalk in hand. She wrote "Cecelia Thorne" on the blackboard—then abruptly erased it, her movements frantic and erratic.

CHAPTER 17 ~~FREYA ASHWOOD~~ The class dragged on for exactly two hours, but we didn’t even get a proper break. One teacher left and another walked in like it was some kind of relay. By the third period, I was barely hanging on—tired, hungry, and still sore from my stupid escape attempt the night before. I snapped back to the present when I heard my name. “F… R… E… Y… A.” Every letter was dragged out by a short, pot bellied teacher, who had somehow appeared right next to my desk. The whole class turned to stare. Heat rushed up my neck and flooded my cheeks.

"If you behave well for us, you might survive in this school. Believe it or not, we can drive you away in a second!" "Try saying one more word and you’ll get kicked out from Drakonia with a phone call from me!" Several students jumped onto their desks, pointing fingers at Frederick and hurling insults. Frederick simply chuckled, and untied the teacher. "You should leave. I’ll handle them.” The teacher hesitated. "Don’t worry. I’ve got this,” Frederick said, patting him on the shoulder. “Sometimes, it’s better to just endure it. Backing down can bring peace,” the teacher said quietly before making a hurried exit.

“I know what I saw. How could you act like this, Principal Gordon? Don’t you know who I am? I can ruin your precious school if you are not careful.” “Mrs. Ford, we…” I got up and hugged Raya close to my chest. “When there’s evidence, please let me know,” I said. “I will take Raya with me since it’s almost closing hour.” “Y-yeah, that’s fine. Miss Sunshine will give you her bags.” “Thank you.” “Stop there. Stop right there. We are not done here. We-” I walked out before Brady’s mother could say worse, my lips parting to let out the shaky breath inside me.

Sasha said and looked away. "You must be crazy" Madelyn scoffed. "I think so too, how can you say such" Clara rolled her eyes and faced Madelyn. "So what are you going to do?" She asked. "Just wait and see" Madelyn replied with an evil smirk. ****LATER**** "Finally, we are done" Elena breath out immediately the teacher walked out of the class. "You must be tired" Leonard said and she faced hime with a pout while nodding her head. "You are too cute" Leonard pecked her lips and she smiled.