Chapter 118.Lucy 

Chapter 118: Lucy 

Lucy’s POV 

I was at the Franklin Mansion, alone in the dark, when it all started. 

Ross was my stepbrother, but he had a real sister whose name was Ana Franklin. She died. Some say she died in an accident, but among the housekeepers, there was a rumor that Ross used to force himself on Ana, and one day she could t take it anymore and decided to end her life by stepping in front of a vehicle. 

Mom wanted to win sympathy with Mr. Franklin, so she changed my name to Ana, making me a Franklin. She hoped that by doing so, he would marry her. And she was right. He did and that’s now, I got Ana Franklin as my dark past. 

That night, Mom and Mr. Franklin were out of town for a party, and Ross had given the rest of the workers an early leave from the Franklin Mansion. Though I never liked the vibe around Ross, I never thought he would actually do something like the rumor suggested, so I never guarded myself when I was around him. However, that night, when I was in the study room reading one of the rare collections of Mr. Franklin, Ross came from behind and hugged me. 

I turned to him and scolded him. “What the hell are you doing?” But my scolding didn’t affect him. I had never seen him like that–his eyes weren’t just cold, they were twisted. There was something animalistic in the way he looked at me, as if he had decided, in that moment, that I was a thing he could claim. 

It was suffocating. The air around me felt thick, heavy with his intentions. I backed away, my hands shaking, my mind screaming for a way out, but there was no escape. He was standing in my way. 

“You don’t get it, do you, Ana?” Ross’s voice was low, almost affectionate, like he thought he could charm me into submission. “That’s how much I love you, my sister.” But all I could see was the danger in his eyes, the madness lurking behind his every word. 

I tried to push him away, but he grabbed me with an iron grip, his hands too strong, too sure of themselves. Panic surged through me, and I could feel my breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. He then brought me closer to the study table and bent me over. One hand was wrapped around my mouth, and the other hand was trailing down to undo my pajama. I tried to scream, call for help, but my voice was muffled behind his hand pressed against my mouth. 

No… no, this couldn’t happen. I couldn’t let it happen. 

I searched frantically around the room, looking for something–anything–to protect me, to free me from his disgusting grasp. There, on the table, was a green wooden box. I remembered that this morning Mr. Franklin had been cleaning the ancient blade before placing it inside the same box. 

I somehow managed to grab the box and get the blade in my hand. Without thinking, without hesitation, with all the strength I had left, I brought it down to my chin and then cut his hand that was pressed against my mouth. 

The blade cut through the air and met flesh. There was a sickening sound, the kind that made my stomach churn. Ross screamed in pain, and my face, my neck, my whole torso, was slick, drenched with his blood. 

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I woke up with a loud gasp to find myself tied to a chair, every muscle in my body aching. My vision blurred, but I could still make out the figure in front of me–Ross. His face was twisted in that same deranged grin, like he had when he was forcing himself on me. 

I froze. My breath caught in my throat as I realized the danger I was in. 

“You… you thought you could get away?” he said, his voice low and mocking, his eyes gleaming with a sick pleasure. I couldn’t breathe. The fear overwhelmed me, and in that moment, I screamed, my body shaking in terror, but the sound was suffocated by the darkness creeping in again. My head spun, and before I could process anything more, I fainted. 

I felt the cold droplets of water hit my face, sharp and sudden, dragging me back from unconsciousness. My body ached, sore and stiff, and my mind felt like it was in a fog. Slowly, I opened my eyes, and panic gripped me immediately. My heart raced as I took in my surroundings, realizing I was still tied to a chair. 

“Wake up, princess, wake up,” I heard Ross’s mocking voice. His words made my blood run cold, and I froze. 

I didn’t want to look at him. I didn’t want to face him. But the terror was overwhelming, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Every muscle in my body tensed as his presence smothered the air around me, suffocating me. 

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I just sat there naralyzed by fear 

Not again. Please not again. 

Successfully unlocked! 

His voice cut through the silence once more, oozing with a sickening, almost gleeful sweetness, as if he reveled in my fear. You don’t need to be afraid here, Lucy,” he purred, his tone dripping with malicious amusement. “I’ll admit, I was tempted to fuck you when I found you unconscious in that cabin. But after some consideration, I realized I’m not interested in you anymore. Not now, not after you’ve lost everything that made you valuable.” 

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Chapter 118. Lucy 

The words cut into me like a blade. My stomach twisted in confusion, the meaning of his words taking a moment to settle. What did he mean? What was he talking about? Was he saying he didn’t want me anymore? 

“Virginity, he clarified, his voice dripping with contempt. “You see, I’m a special kind of pervert. I fuck girls who haven’t been touched by other men,” he continued, his approach slow and deliberate. “But just because I won’t fuck you doesn’t mean I’ll let anyone else do it either. The only reason I kidnapped you was to make things right, to get back at you. You owe 

me.” 

My mind reeled. Owe him? What had I done? How could I possibly have hurt him so badly to deserve this? I had never even laid eyes on him before today. I had never wanted any of this–never wanted to be trapped in this hell. Yet somehow, I was the one who owed him? 

Ross’s gaze shifted to his robotic hand, and I couldn’t help but follow his stare. He examined it with a kind of twisted reverence, as though it were a rare, prized possession. Then, with a cold smile, he turned back to me, his expression now a mask of ice, calculating and ruthless. 

“You owe me,” he repeated, his voice a chilling growl. “You cut off my hand, Lucy. You made me look… undesirable. Because of you, I can’t lure virgin girls anymore.” His words were like daggers, each one designed to strip me of my dignity. So here’s the deal. You give me your hand, and I’ll let you go. If you’re lucky, maybe Kaiden will accept you. But I highly doubt it. Because we men… we love our girls unflawed,” 

Ross’s eyes gleamed with something dark as he moved to the side and dragged something heavy across the floor. My breath hitched as he placed a gleaming butcher knife on the table in front of me. The sharp, cold metal caught the dim light, and I could feel the fear crawl under my skin, every muscle in my body locking up. 

This wasn’t real. This couldn’t be real. 

He untied my right hand, moving with unnatural calm, almost too gentle. My hand was placed on the table, cold against the wood. My pulse thundered in my ears, but I couldn’t pull my hand back. I couldn’t even move it. Every part of me screamed to fight, but I was paralyzed. 

Ross’s laugh echoed in the silence. It was a twisted, maniacal sound that made my skin crawl. His gaze never left my hand as he lifted the knife, raising it above me. 

“I don’t need you, Lucy,” he said, his voice full of cruel amusement. “But I’ll take what you owe me and make sure no one else will ever desire you.” 

The knife hovered over my hand, and I could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on me. The room felt 

suffocating, and every inch of my body ached to escape. But I was trapped, helpless. The blade got closer, and I could feel the cold sweat on my skin as it pressed against the terrifying truth that I had no control here. 

Ross was going to take my hand. 

To be continued…