“Regret? Sister-in-law, this potion has another effect—you’ll forget everything by morning. When you wake up, you’ll still be smiling sweetly, calling me ‘Calla.’ Like nothing ever happened.”
As her words echoed, Cassian stepped forward, a lewd grin plastered on his face.
“Good dog, kneel.”
And before I could resist, my knees buckled. My body dropped to the floor against my will, as if I no longer had control over it.
My vision blurred. The laughter around me twisted into something monstrous—echoing, sharp, surreal. And then, the world faded into black.
In the suffocating darkness, I felt something tearing me apart—brutal and merciless. My soul splintered with every agonizing second.
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When I regained consciousness, I was sprawled on the cold floor, my lower body drenched in blood. Thick, hot, and flowing fast.
“Help... me...”
I crawled, inch by inch, toward the door, pounding on it with what little strength I had left.
“Stop pretending,” a voice sneered from behind the door. “You were screaming louder than anyone earlier. Sleep it off—you won’t remember a thing in the morning.”
Then Alaric’s voice followed, calm and chilling.
“Now that we’re done with business... let’s move on to the next.”