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“Isla? What’s going on?”
“I have to tell you something. It’s important.”
“Sure. What is it?”
“The Four Dark Horsemen…” The door opens, and Octavius enters. He gives me a long look, and I know he knows what I’m about to do by the darkness settling on his expression. “The Four Dark Horsemen…” For whatever reason, I can’t push the horrible words out, and this gives Octavius time to snatch my phone and drop it on the floor where it shatters into tiny pieces. “No!” I shout, ready to bolt, only to freeze when he grabs my throat and squeezes it so hard all the strength slowly leaves me.
The last thought in my mind before darkness overtakes me is that I made the wrong choice.
Again.
And this time around, I don’t know how I’m going to pay for it.
Octavius
Once upon a time, I took an oath.
And now I have no choice but to break it.
For a woman who was ready to betray me.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
“Secrets are always dangerous.
Because what’s hidden…hurts you one way or the other.
However, that’s not the worst part.
Some secrets are so painful they have the ability to destroy you.”
Isla
Isla
Something wet drops on my face, making me wince, and I shift my head to the side to avoid it, only to groan in pain through my dry throat as a piercing headache consumes me, sending hurt into every cell in my body.
I roll to the right, and my cheek presses against a cold and hard surface while the clinking sound echoes through the space, stilling my movements.
Only then does the heaviness in my wrists and legs register, and my eyes snap open. I hiss, raising my hand to cover my face from the blinding light pointed at me from above, and I pause, noticing a cuff with a chain wrapped around me.
Oh my God.
I sit up, ignoring the pain ricocheting through me and mutter, “What’s going on?” I gulp for breath when another splash of water hits my face, the liquid sliding down my collarbone and soaking up my dress. Blinking several times to adjust my vision better, I finally focus my eyes on a man looming above me standing in the shadows while holding a glass of water as he shakes it a little before spilling the rest on me. “Stop it!” I yell, although it comes off more like a hushed whisper, and I put my fingers on my throat, rubbing over the sensitive flesh while trying to understand what the hell happened to me.
Maybe this is one of my nightmares where I’m stuck in a loop, trying to escape it over and over again and always ending up trapped in some ditch instead.
I haven’t had those in a while, but they love to show up unexpected and screw me up.
Swallowing, I hug my knees, curling my toes into the floor while looking around me, and uneasiness washes over me. Everything is so vivid and deadly, goose bumps pop all over my skin as the realness of the situation is disturbing.
Various tables surround me, heavy with knives, guns, and small bottles of various substances while the spacious place has all the torture devices, from drills to electric chairs, destined to bring agony to anyone who encounters it.
A shiver runs down my spine, and despite the heavy weight on them, I lift my hands and slap my cheeks, urging myself to wake up while still studying my surroundings.
The floor is squeaky clean in this space that reeks of doom, desperation, and human suffering. I can almost hear the pleading cries of mercy echoing around it, only to be met with laughter and refusal.
This must be hell on earth designed to strip you of your sanity and cast eternal sorrow on your soul, for this darkness is all-consuming and brutal.
