Diana.
A limp, blood-slicked body being dragged across the floor below like discarded trash. Her face—
I can’t see it clearly. But her hair. Her build.
Her arm dangles at a wrong angle, torn and bruised and half out of its socket.
He’s dragging her like she’s weightless. Like she’s nothing.
And I break.
The scream that bursts from me is silent—
Choked out by the cloth in my mouth, but my body convulses with it anyway.
My vision floods. Blurs. I can’t breathe. Oxygen is gone.
Diana.
My sister.
Mybabysister.
The only reason I’ve survived this long.
And he—hekilled her.
She’s gone.
I thrash against the chains, something animal tearing through me as I try to get free—bones grinding, skin splitting—
I don’t care.
Blood pours down my wrists, down my arms. The chair groans beneath me. But I keep pulling. Keep fighting.
Because that’s my sister.
And I was too late.
Too fucking late.
Malec
Istopped counting the filthy bodies after the fifteenth one. They really don’t learn, they're just coming charging at me instead of away.
They chose death. But at least they’re loyal.
They’re going to meet their boss soon anyway. No need to thank me.
“Where in the merhell is she? This place is never-ending,”I mutter to Myko, kicking open another door.
So many rooms. Endless corridors. Just more armed men guarding—what, exactly?
Empty walls? Ghosts?
No merfolk. No Roran.
Not even the so-called fake ‘medicine’ I was sure Fedor stockpiled.
