Chapter 42
Mira’s POV
When I opened my eyes, a sharp pain shot through my head, making me wince. A flickering, dim light swayed above me, casting eerie shadows against the cracked walls. The room smelled damp, and the cold seeped into my bones. I tried to move but couldn’t. My hands and feet were tied to a metal chair, the ropes cutting into my skin. Every part of my body ached. My legs were covered in cuts and bruises, some fresh and
bleeding.
I clenched my teeth, fighting the pain. Where was 1? The last thing I remembered was the car spinning out of control, the sound of glass shattering, and my mother’s scream. My stomach twisted at the thought.
Mom, Dad.
They were with me. Where were they now? Were they okay? Panic set in, making it hard to breathe. I tugged at the ropes, but they wouldn’t budge. My wrists burned with every pull.
I tried to calm my racing thoughts. Focus, Mira. Think.
The accident. It didn’t feel like a normal crash. That truck–it had come out of nowhere, like it was waiting for us. But how could anyone have known we would be on that road at that exact moment?
A cold realization gripped me. Someone had planned this.
Aaron. His name echoed in my mind. Could he have done this? He had every reason to want me vulnerable. But how would he know? No, it didn’t add up. This wasn’t his style. He was cunning, but this felt too random,
too reckless.
I shook my head, wincing as the motion sent another jolt of pain down my spine. My mind raced with questions. None of it made sense. Was I dead? Everything hurt too much for that. This was real. Too real.
I was still trying to make sense of everything when the door creaked open. My heart stopped. I held my breath, straining to see who it was. The light flickered again, casting a shadow of a tall figure stepping
inside. The air in the room grew
colder.
The figure moved closer, and I squinted, my eyes adjusting to the dim light. My pulse quickened. His silhouette was familiar, too familiar.
Aaron.
He stepped into the light, a smug smile spreading across his face. His dark eyes gleamed with a mix of amusement and something far more dangerous.
“So, Mira,” he drawled, his voice smooth and dripping with mockery, “how are you feeling, my dear niece?”
Niece? My mind reeled. What was he talking about?
I glared at him, trying to keep my voice steady. “What do you want, Aaron? And what the hell are you talking about? I am not your niece.”
His smile widened, and he chuckled softly, as if I had just told a joke. He crouched down in front of me, his eyes locking onto mine.
“Oh, but you are,” he whispered. “You just don’t know it yet.”
1/3
III O
<
< Chapter 42
15 ports)
A chill ran down my spine. I stared at him, my mouth dry. “You are insane,” I spat, hoping to mask the fear
creeping into my voice.
Aaron tilted his head, studying me like I was some puzzle he was about to solve. “Am I? Or are you just too
blind to see the truth?”
I clenched my fists, the ropes digging deeper into my wrists. “Let me go.”
He laughed again, the sound echoing in the small room. “Oh, Mira, we are just getting started. I have so much to tell you. But first, you need to calm down. We wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.”
I didn’t know what scared me more–his words or the calm, almost gentle way he said them.
“Where’s my mom? My dad?” I demanded, my voice breaking. “What did you do to them?”
He shrugged, leaning back against the wall. “Your parents aren’t my concern. I don’t need them.” His gaze locked onto mine, cold and unfeeling. “I need you, Mira. Only you.”
My stomach twisted, bile rising in my throat. “You are a monster.”
Aaron laughed, the sound echoing in the small room. “Perhaps. But monsters get things done.” He straightened, towering over me. “You, my dear niece, are very special. More special than you realize.”
“There you go again,” I snapped. “I am not your niece. Stop playing games.”
He tilted his head, studying me like I was some puzzle he was about to solve. “Oh, Mira. The truth is a beautiful thing. Painful, but beautiful. You’ll see soon enough.”
I clenched my fists, the ropes biting into my skin. “I don’t care about your truth. Let me go.”
He ignored my demand, his expression turning thoughtful. “You should rest. You’ll need your strength for what is coming.”
I clenched my jaw, refusing to show any weakness. “Cut the crap. I know what you’re planning.”
His smile widened, amusement dancing in his dark eyes. “Oh? Enlighten me.”
“I heard you,” I spat, the memory of his conversation with Lucian flashing in my mind. “You want to sacrifice me. For whatever sick ritual you’re planning.”
Aaron’s eyes gleamed with something dangerous, but he didn’t deny it. “Ah, so you have been eavesdropping. Naughty girl.”
Aaron smiled again, but this time, it didn’t reach his eyes. “I did not know you were so smart.”
“I’m not going to just sit here and let you kill me,” I hissed.
His eyes darkened, a flicker of something–pity?-crossing his face. “You don’t have a choice.”
With that, he turned and walked to the door. The sound of it locking echoed in the silence, leaving me alone in the cold, flickering light.
I sagged against the chair, the weight of his words pressing down on me. He had trapped me here and no one was coming to save me.
Tears burned my eyes, but I blinked them away. I couldn’t afford to break. Not now. I had to find a way out of
this.
I had to survive.
C
વ્
2/3
O
<
<Chapter 42
For my parents.
For myself.
Even if it meant facing whatever Aaron had planned.
Comments
Watch Ads (0/20) >
H
Vote
236
42 Pords 2
0
