Chapter 39

Amara fought against the heaviness of her eyelids, attempting to open them only to be met with resistance.

‘No!’ Her voice echoed in her head as her head pounded with sharp pain. Turning on her side as she groaned,

She grappled with the wish to see, but her eyes seemed reluctant to comply. A wave of obliviousness engulfed her, momentarily shielding her from the memories of what happened before he lost her conciseness.

Breathing heavily, she scrunched her nose, feeling another sharp pain ripple through her head. Her hand fisted her hair, seeking comfort amid distress.

As she struggled through the haze, memories crashed into her mind like a relentless storm. The names echoed with a mix of familiarity and dread – Adrian, Abigail.

A chilling shiver crawled down her spine as she recoiled from the vivid memory of his belt.

Her head throbbed with pain. The sensation of her insides being ripped out intensified, and panic gripped her. A haunting echo of her screa