13. 𝐀𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞

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𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀

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𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀

My eyes fluttered open, vision hazy, throat burning. The first thing I saw was a figure leaning over me-wearing a skeleton mask. For a second, I couldn't breathe. Then I noticed the water bottle in his hand.

He came closer.

I froze, watching him in silence. He sat down beside me, slipping his arm around my shoulders, guiding me up. When his hand slid to the back of my head, I didn't have the strength to resist. My forehead rested against his chest simply to keep myself steady.

He opened the cap, brought the bottle to my lips, and tilted it gently.

I drank slowly... carefully... savoring every drop as it eased the fire in my throat. Relief washed through me, and my body finally stopped trembling.

When I finished, he set the bottle aside and looked down at me. His gaze , hidden behind that mask-felt heavy, unreadable. Then he lowered his head and took my hands into his.
I couldn't understand him. Not this softness. Not after everything he'd done.

He reached into his pocket, pulled out a small key, and unlocked my handcuffs. The metal clattered onto the floor. He stood up to leave.

That was the moment I saw it- a heavy object lying near the bed.

Without thinking, I grabbed it and hurled it at him with all my strength.

It hit him. Hard.
I expected him to collapse, or at least stumble. But he only flinched, placing his hand behind his head with a hiss of pain. Then he turned slowly toward me.

His eyes dropped to the object on the floor.

I didn't wait.

I ran.

I didn't even know where I was going. I just knew that if he caught me, I'd die. Or worse.

But I didn't make it far.

His arms wrapped around me from behind, lifting me off the ground. I thrashed wildly, kicking, punching, screaming. But he didn't react-not even a grunt. He simply tossed me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing.

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