Page 232 of Nemesync
I don’t even know if she’s alive.
It was like this for two whole days.
I was in that office, sticky, injured, empty.
And the man came back, his eyes still hungry and horrible.
And he did it again and again.
Until I didn’t even cry anymore.
Until I couldn’t scream anymore.
Until the silence became chaos.
Until the voices became louder.
But that second day. I heard gunshots, and saw them.
The masked man saved me.
But it was too late.
I was already dead.
I fought to maintain composure, I fought the voices, the tears, the screams, I fought it all.
“You sick bastard,” I spat, my voice trembling with so much trauma. “It was you; how didn’t I recognize your ugly face?”
His laughter echoed through my chest, sending chills down on my entire body, and nausea crawling inside my throat.
“Oh, I love this little reunion, Zanae. Still insolent, I love it. Plus, it’s a chance to reminisce about old times. Maybe, even make some new memories, I missed you.”
His voice was like a knife twisting in my gut, pushing deeper and deeper into my already bleeding soul.
I clenched my jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing the damage in me. “I’m not here for that. What do you know about the woman behind all this? I know you fucking know her! Who is she?”
Lukas’s smile widened, the twisted delight evident in his gaze, “Ah, the mysterious woman. You’ll find out soon enough, my Little Angel, you can’t escape your past. It always catches up.”
He drew closer, and I stayed there, not moving, even if my spirit was far away from here.
His lips brushed against my ear, and he whispered something obscene, menacing, something that made me go numb, “Are you all aroused for me, or are you still tight Zanae? That little virgin cunt of yours, waiting for me to take it, fucking delicious, and so young.”
I just felt paralyzed, trapped in my own mind.
He told me to be silent when he ripped my heart out and took everything in me, and I feel like I must be silent now too.
That’s why the voices began to scream. I couldn’t, so they did it for me, but never left since then.
You’re stronger now Zanae, don’t let him win.
No, you’re fucking not.
You’re weak, you let your best friend die, and now you’re just being punished.
It’s your fault, it’s your fault, it’s your fault.
I stopped breathing.
