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Without Jayas, every corner of this treacherous platform, every dark alley of the universe, would feel the same — cold, empty, and devoid of hope.
A part of me knew that surrendering to despair was exactly what my captors, the Malquarans, wanted.
They had orchestrated this sinister game, reveling in the emotional turmoil of their prey.
After all, what was more exciting for their viewers than a pair of mated lovers coming close to winning and then having their hopes dashed at the last minute?
But knowing this did little to alleviate the pain.
Jayas was gone, and with him, a piece of my heart.
The forest around me became a blur, a sea of ever-changing hues and shapes, as the beast carried me to a known fate.
But amidst the overwhelming anguish, a small voice whispered, urging me not to give up, to hold onto hope even when all seemed lost.
For now, though, despair reigned, as I was pulled further and further away from the place where Jayas had stood, where our story had taken its most tragic turn.
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The rough texture of the beast’s fingers against my skin reminded me of tree bark, coarse and unyielding.
His grotesque grin exposed rows of sharp, uneven teeth, each one a testament to the peril I was in.
His free hand, equipped with sharp talons, began tearing at the fabric of my clothes, a clear prelude to an unspeakable act.
Every shred of hope, every glimmer of optimism that had ever resided within me seemed to evaporate.
Yet, I wasn’t completely defeated.
I twisted and turned in his grasp, trying to break free or at least resist his advances.
But for all my struggles, I felt like a mouse caught in the jaws of a relentless cat.
Then, something changed.
It was subtle at first, a distant, barely audible sound.
The whisper of movement through the dense underbrush, perhaps?
But whatever it was, it caused the beast to freeze in place.
For the briefest of moments, I was given a reprieve as his attention shifted.
Curiosity gnawed at me; what had stolen the beast’s attention so effectively?
As if in response, he placed his hand over my mouth, muffling any sound I might make.
The glint of a blade appeared in my peripheral vision, and my heart plummeted.
Was this it?
The end?
But rather than strike, the beast angled the knife to capture the reflection of what lay behind him.
His reaction was telling.
The corner of his mouth turned upwards in a smirk, his eyes taking on a gleeful and malicious shine.
