Their Wife

Chapter-27

TWO YEARS ONE MONTH AGO

The moment was encapsulated in an eerie, palpable silence that reverberated through the air, echoing relentlessly in the depths of my ears. Each passing second seemed to stretch indefinitely, amplifying the extent of the trepidation devoured my every thought. As the lights flickered and emitted eerie clicks, I found myself devastated by a deep sense of fear—a fear so grand, so colossal, it surpassed my ability to contain and control it.

I couldn't help but brace myself for the relentless onslaught of my deepest fears. It was as if they had plotted to embody themselves in very being, to finally confront and consume me, forever tainting the purity of my existence. Awaiting their arrival, my trembling hands betrayed my attempts to maintain composure, as if desperately seeking solace in an ephemeral display of strength.

I seeked solace in prayer, desperately begging for a respite from the impending waves of panic. Wishing fervently for the storm of apprehension to subside, I yearned for a moment of peace amidst the suffocating chaos. However, any glimpse of tranquility was abruptly shattered by the haunting voices that reverberated within the recesses of my mind, akin to an eerie chorus heralding a descent into madness.

Those voices, once sinister and chilling, now twisted and distorted, permeated the eerie stillness with Killian's haunting laughter. Each malicious chuckle seemed to snake through the air, sending shivers down my spine, while George's screams reverberated through my thoughts. Their resonance was enough to send my skin crawling, a visceral reaction that betrayed the very essence of my being.

The silence became a symphony of unseen terrors, a clamor of fears that defied cognition. Despite the overwhelming weight of anxiety and the severe assault on my senses, I steadfastly clung to hope, willing the coast of panic to miraculously clear. Yet, as time stood still, the juxtaposition of the familiar—the laughter, the screams— against the backdrop of inexplicable dread only served to intensify my unease, creating a maelstrom of emotions that threatened to consume me whole.

"How are you feeling? Do you need water?—"

My head involuntarily shook from side to side, as if to physically shake off the remnants of the traumatic experience. The tight bandages wrapped around my arms scraped uncomfortably against my sensitive flesh, serving as a constant reminder of the dangerous touch I had felt only hours ago from Alexei. It was as if his fingers had left an indelible mark on my burning skin, causing a lingering sensation that sent shivers down my spine.

But it wasn't just Alexei's touch that haunted me. The words uttered by Killian only added to the turmoil that now engulfed my every thought. The mere thought of his haunting words sent a chill down my spine. Deep down, I knew that he was right. He would come for me; they would come for me. There was no escaping their relentless quest.

"Rara?"

The incessant beeping sound emanating from the heart monitor in my room suddenly pitched higher, matching the tempo of my wildly beating heart. The room felt suffocating, closing in on me from all sides. My vision became blurry, as if the world around me was nothing more than a hazy abstraction.

My senses latched onto a glimmer of hope. My eyes darted around the room, searching for something–anything–to anchor my rapidly languishing reality. And there, in the corner, was a door. A beacon of escape amidst the chaos that surrounded me.

Drained yet determined, I felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins as I considered the possibility of running, of breaking free from this nightmarish dilemma. Maybe-just maybe-if I could reach that door in time and disappear into the shadows, they wouldn't find me. It was a slim chance, but in that moment, it was the only hope I had.