Lyra’s POV
Perhaps I shouldn't have been born.
Perhaps my birth was only a mistake.
I had indirectly caused my parent's death by an obsession for amusement parks, I had begged them to take me there without knowing it was the last time I'd see them. The same happened with Tracy. If I had known Uncle Zorah was cruel enough to end a teenager's life, I wouldn't have involved her. She died in a cruel way, way too cruel way.
I'd been locked up in a different room, somewhere smelly, dark and rusty. I hadn't tasted water in a long while, but all I could think of was Tracy. I still saw her wide eyes each time I closed mine to sleep. Her laughter still echoed in my ears each time I was close to losing it.
I ran my hands through my hair and screamed out loud, pulling my hair like a maniac, a maniac Uncle Zorah had formed. Meera had indeed given me a choice, I should have killed myself when I had the chance. I cried out loud and kept punching the wall until my knuckles got bloody, ignoring the overwhelming pain that made me lose my strength.
I slumped to the ground and cried out loud,
“Why?! Why?!”
“You shouldn't have tried to escape.” My uncle's cold voice suddenly filled my ears, shattering the deafening silence, “You killed your friend just like you killed your parents. There are rules to—”
I rose up quickly and tried to move, but I realized I couldn't. My eyes trailed lower and I figured I had been chained. My heart sank further as I choked out a sob,
“I'm going to kill you, Zorah!” I growled, struggling against the chains bound to my feet. I must have been consumed with so much pain, I didn't notice I had been chained earlier. Zorah opened up the gate and took slow strides towards me, folding his arms behind him,
“I would like to see you try.”
“Why are you doing this to me, Uncle?”
He took another step towards me and raised his fingers, flicking a syringe,
“Because you're just as ignorant as your father, naive as your mother. It's going to be the end of you.” He approached me and pushed the syringe down my arms, making me scream out loud. I tried to resist, push against him, but in less than seconds, my eyes turned blurry as I fell to the ground.
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My eyes fluttered open and the first thing I noticed was my strange surroundings. My mouth was sealed, my hands tied, and I realized I was in a moving van due to the horns blaring across the streets and screeching tires. My eyes widened as I struggled to stand, but I could barely lift a finger. Zorah's last actions suddenly replayed before me like an horror movie, he had drugged me with the fucking syringe to bring me here.
But where was I?
Where were we going?
My eyes burned as I screamed on top of my lungs, straining my voice only to get a muffled cry. With my mouth sealed, no one would hear me, but I didn't dare to stop. I continued hitting my fist on whatever I knew I was, bruised myself in the process, but I didn't stop until my eyes felt heavy again.
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“Who's she? I think she's new here.”
“She's going to need a whole lot of sleep to survive here.”
“I would rather pity myself than start to pity her.”
My eyes shot open and my stomach churned at the rotten smell that wafted into my nostrils. I didn't know where I got the strength from, but I was able to sit upright and stare at the few ladies who stared back at me with dead eyes. I swallowed hard, thinking about what they'd said earlier.
Where was I?
What was this place and why would I need a lot of sleep to survive?
Swallowing hard, I leaned towards the young girl on the left, her brown eyes wide with something I'd call fear. She flinched when I moved closer and I halted, shaking my head slowly,
“I'm not going to hurt you.” I whispered. She was younger than me, I could see it in her eyes, and from the way she stared at this whole place, she seemed to know a lot.
“That's what everyone says.” She whispered back, her soft voice like light in this bottomless pit. I ignored my bloody knuckles and forced a smile, “You can trust me.”
“My brother told me that before selling me away.”
My heart shattered into a thousand pieces as her words kept ringing in my head. She said it so nonchalantly, she believed she could trust no one else, she believed everyone was born to hate her. She was too young to have such thoughts, but a single word she used made me furrow my brows,
“What do you mean by ‘selling you away’?”
She lowered her gaze and dragged her feet on the ground, “I don't know if I'm allowed to tell new prisoners about the rules in here, I might get whipped.” Her voice trembled with so much fear, I felt a chill run down my spine. She was hesitant to speak, it was no use forcing a fragile girl to break her own rules.
While I moved away, the large doors were suddenly pushed open and a tall, athletic girl made her way in, clutching a long, black whip. Her eyes seemed to trail everywhere at the same time and when her gaze landed on me, her lips curled into a mischievous smile,
“Welcome to Hell's pit.”
Lyra’s POV“Hell's pit?” I whispered, leaning hard against the wall. For some reason, the guard’s last words echoed in my ears like he was right here to whisper them in my ears. ‘You're the one who's going to hell for your crimes’. Was this it? Hell?I closed my eyes and swallowed hard, “What do you mean by hell's pit?” Each breath was agonizingly painful, and with each second that passed by, I kept regretting my actions of not claiming my life when I had the chance. From the little one's words, I needed no soothsayer to tell me I had been sold to this HELL'S PIT by Zorah. I kept my gaze on the girl with the whip, slightly stunned by her revealing dress. Only her nipples were covered with the transparent top she was putting on, and through the lacy shorts, I could see the traces of her curved ass staring back at me. I tore my gaze away, staring at the dried up blood on my knuckles, “Why am I here?” The whip lady took slow strides towards me, stroking the whip seductively like it
Lyra's POVWhat?!The words echoed in my mind like a drumbeat. What was she talking about? I could barely grasp the meaning before Miss Caroline, she yanked my arm so forcefully that the world blurred before me. Pain shot up my shoulder like lightning, but my lips stayed sealed.I wanted to scream, to lash out, but something in her ice-cold gaze made my chest tighten, and my tongue felt heavy. I managed to swallow the burning lump in my throat, forcing my breath into something resembling composure, even though the whole situation reeked of injustice."Lyra," she snapped, as if the name was a foul taste on her tongue. "Or whatever your name is, I don't have time for your questions. Get inside, now."The venom in her voice made my stomach twist.My body felt numb as she dragged me, the cold stone floor beneath my feet scraping against my skin. I could feel the sting of her fingers around my wrist, digging in like she was trying to claim ownership over me. I stumbled, but she didn’t seem
Meera’s POVI stood at the edge of the stairs, my breath shallow, my body tensing as the sneeze tickled the back of my throat. It was almost unbearable. My eyes watered, and I could feel my nostrils twitching with the impending eruption. Holding my breath, I fought it, wanting to be in control. I didn’t want to show any weakness in front of him. But, of course, just as I thought I could manage it, the sneeze came crashing through, an involuntary explosion of air. It echoed through the house, bouncing off the walls like a distant gunshot. I rubbed my nose hastily, frustrated with my own body.At the top of the stairs, I waited. Still, I had to admit I was feeling a little impatient. The clock was ticking. There was no time to waste. I could hear my father’s movements coming from upstairs, the creak of his footsteps signaling his descent. I took a deep breath, the air sharp as it filled my lungs, and turned to face the living room.I couldn’t stand waiting any longer. If he wasn’t going
Lyra’s povI sat at the end of the cell, my knees hugged tightly to my chest. The rough stone walls of the prison seemed to close in around me, the weight of the day pressing down on my chest like an iron fist. The echoes of the laborers' anger still rang in my ears, their faces twisted in fury, their voices laced with mockery. It wasn’t just the physical pain that bothered me—no, it was the way they looked at me, as if I were nothing more than a broken tool to be used and discarded.I rubbed my chest, the ache sharp, and my mind wandered back to the prison yard. The way the guards barked orders, the way I was treated like a lesser being. Even my uncle’s cruelty seemed kinder compared to the torment of being here, in this hellhole.Just when I thought I might crack under the weight of it all, a sudden burst of noise broke through the suffocating silence. It started as a faint murmur, then grew louder, like a wave crashing against a shore. Trembling voices filled the air, their despera
Lyra’s POV His lips twitched into something between a grin and a snarl. "You’re a firebird, aren’t you? I like that." He withdrew his hand slowly, the amusement never leaving his face. "You will be mine, Lyra. Whether you accept it or not.""Is that supposed to scare me?" I asked, my voice sharp. "Because it doesn’t."His smile faded, replaced by a steely look. "It will."I stared at him, defiant, refusing to let him see the flicker of fear that threatened to rise. I wasn’t going to bend. I wasn’t going to break."Maybe not," he mused, his fingers curling into a fist. "But I’ll make you want to be. And when you do, you’ll realize just how little control you ever had."The sharp wind outside the prison cut through me like a blade, but it wasn’t the cold that chilled me now—it was the weight of Miss Caroline’s words, still echoing in my mind, rattling through my chest like a death knell. I’m nothing. Her voice, venomous and cold, played on a loop in my thoughts, each repetition digging
Lyra’s POVThe heavy chains rattled with every step I took, my heart a wild thrum beneath my ribs. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, the grim, overpowering odor of men and women bound together by fate. This place—this wretched place—wasn't unfamiliar. No, I knew it well. It was the other side of the cage I had once been locked in. The place I feared and fought against with every ounce of strength. But this time, there was no escape.I inhaled sharply, the sharp tang of metal stinging my nostrils. The guards' boots echoed behind me, their sharp, heavy steps a reminder of the power they held over my fragile existence. One of them, a burly man with a jagged scar that ran from his temple down to his cheek, glanced over at me, his eyes cold, unreadable. He didn’t speak, but I could feel the weight of his gaze, the judgment in his silence."Keep walking," the second guard snapped, shoving me forward with a force that nearly knocked me off balance. I stumbled but caught myself, grit
Lyra’s POVI flinched at his words, but said nothing. I couldn't. I wasn’t sure how to respond anymore. It was all a lie, all a game, and I was just a pawn caught in it. My mind was too clouded with fear, too heavy with doubt.The guards exchanged a glance before the second one spoke again. "We’ll leave you to get settled. Don’t try anything funny." His smile was dark, devoid of warmth, like he was looking forward to whatever came next.With a final, lingering look at me, the guards exited, leaving the door ajar. The heavy silence descended upon me once again.I hadn’t even realized how tightly I had been holding my breath until the air felt somewhat clearer, though no less oppressive. My heart still thudded painfully in my chest, my senses on high alert.But I wasn’t alone for long.The sound of footsteps approached from the hallway, soft at first, then growing closer. The door creaked open again, and a woman stepped into the room, holding a tray of food. She was tall, her figure gra
Vincenzo’s POVI had finally gotten her. The stubborn little hellion, the one who had dared to speak back to me, who had made me lose my patience in front of everyone. Lyra. That woman was a problem, a puzzle I couldn’t wait to solve. If she thought her defiance would protect her, she had no idea what she was in for. The chain around her neck was a small token of my control, a reminder that she was mine now.As I descended the grand staircase of my mansion, my hand lazily resting on the polished wood of the railing, I felt a satisfaction in the air. This was going to be a night to remember. She wasn’t going to make things easy for me, I knew that. But nothing about this game would be easy. It never was.I passed a servant near the drink cart, and without a word, I motioned for a glass of wine. A small, subtle gesture. I didn’t need to say much. The servant hurried off to fill my request. The wine, deep and red, would be perfect—dark, heavy, just like the night ahead of us. I needed s
Meera’s POVI couldn’t tell if he was being sincere or if this was just another one of his manipulative tactics, but for a moment, I let myself believe in his words. For a moment, I wanted to believe that maybe he wasn’t just another obstacle, another player in this cutthroat game.I shook my head, a dry laugh escaping my lips. "You think it’s that simple?""It can be," he said softly. "But only if you stop pretending you have to do everything on your own."His gaze held mine, unflinching, waiting for me to say something. But what could I say? What could I possibly offer in a situation where I had already lost so much?"I can’t fix this," I said, barely more than a whisper, the weight of those words heavier than I could bear.Gabriel didn’t release my wrist, but his expression softened, his thumb still tracing gentle circles. "No one expects you to. But you don’t have to fight it alone anymore."For a second, just a split second, I allowed myself to believe that maybe, just maybe, I w
Meera’s POVThe boardroom felt suffocating, the air thick with tension. The usual hum of polite conversation had morphed into an endless squabble, each person fighting for their own agenda. The voices grew louder, overlapping, one accusation after another. Every word felt like a dagger to my chest, but none of them seemed to care. I stood frozen at the head of the table, my hands gripping the edges so hard my knuckles turned white."I told you this wouldn't work!" Raymond’s voice boomed across the room, his face flushed red. "We're not signing anything until we have a better guarantee.""I’m not going to keep going in circles with you!" Claire shot back, her arms folded across her chest, eyes narrowed. "Your numbers are a joke, Raymond. They were wrong from the start!"They didn't even notice me anymore, just locked in their own battle of egos and stubbornness. This was supposed to be the deal that would save my company, that would turn everything around. But instead, it felt like it
Vincenzo’s POVShe twisted in my grip, trying to break free. “I’ll never bend to you,” she snapped, her voice steady but filled with venom.I threw her onto the bed with force, this time ensuring that she stayed there. Her body bounced against the mattress, and I heard the chain rattle as it caught on the frame. She scrambled to sit up, but I was already towering over her, my shadow swallowing her whole.“Stay,” I ordered.Her lip curled, and she gave me a look that was almost too arrogant for my liking. “You’re wasting your time.”I reached down and grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look me in the eye. “It’s not about wasting time, Lyra,” I said softly, my voice dark. “It’s about making sure you understand your place. You don’t get to run from this. You don’t get to tell me what to do.”She pushed my hand away, but there was a hesitation in her movement. A slight tremor in her fingers. She was trying not to show it, but I could see it in the way she flinched when I touched her.
Vincenzo’s POVI had finally gotten her. The stubborn little hellion, the one who had dared to speak back to me, who had made me lose my patience in front of everyone. Lyra. That woman was a problem, a puzzle I couldn’t wait to solve. If she thought her defiance would protect her, she had no idea what she was in for. The chain around her neck was a small token of my control, a reminder that she was mine now.As I descended the grand staircase of my mansion, my hand lazily resting on the polished wood of the railing, I felt a satisfaction in the air. This was going to be a night to remember. She wasn’t going to make things easy for me, I knew that. But nothing about this game would be easy. It never was.I passed a servant near the drink cart, and without a word, I motioned for a glass of wine. A small, subtle gesture. I didn’t need to say much. The servant hurried off to fill my request. The wine, deep and red, would be perfect—dark, heavy, just like the night ahead of us. I needed s
Lyra’s POVI flinched at his words, but said nothing. I couldn't. I wasn’t sure how to respond anymore. It was all a lie, all a game, and I was just a pawn caught in it. My mind was too clouded with fear, too heavy with doubt.The guards exchanged a glance before the second one spoke again. "We’ll leave you to get settled. Don’t try anything funny." His smile was dark, devoid of warmth, like he was looking forward to whatever came next.With a final, lingering look at me, the guards exited, leaving the door ajar. The heavy silence descended upon me once again.I hadn’t even realized how tightly I had been holding my breath until the air felt somewhat clearer, though no less oppressive. My heart still thudded painfully in my chest, my senses on high alert.But I wasn’t alone for long.The sound of footsteps approached from the hallway, soft at first, then growing closer. The door creaked open again, and a woman stepped into the room, holding a tray of food. She was tall, her figure gra
Lyra’s POVThe heavy chains rattled with every step I took, my heart a wild thrum beneath my ribs. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, the grim, overpowering odor of men and women bound together by fate. This place—this wretched place—wasn't unfamiliar. No, I knew it well. It was the other side of the cage I had once been locked in. The place I feared and fought against with every ounce of strength. But this time, there was no escape.I inhaled sharply, the sharp tang of metal stinging my nostrils. The guards' boots echoed behind me, their sharp, heavy steps a reminder of the power they held over my fragile existence. One of them, a burly man with a jagged scar that ran from his temple down to his cheek, glanced over at me, his eyes cold, unreadable. He didn’t speak, but I could feel the weight of his gaze, the judgment in his silence."Keep walking," the second guard snapped, shoving me forward with a force that nearly knocked me off balance. I stumbled but caught myself, grit
Lyra’s POV His lips twitched into something between a grin and a snarl. "You’re a firebird, aren’t you? I like that." He withdrew his hand slowly, the amusement never leaving his face. "You will be mine, Lyra. Whether you accept it or not.""Is that supposed to scare me?" I asked, my voice sharp. "Because it doesn’t."His smile faded, replaced by a steely look. "It will."I stared at him, defiant, refusing to let him see the flicker of fear that threatened to rise. I wasn’t going to bend. I wasn’t going to break."Maybe not," he mused, his fingers curling into a fist. "But I’ll make you want to be. And when you do, you’ll realize just how little control you ever had."The sharp wind outside the prison cut through me like a blade, but it wasn’t the cold that chilled me now—it was the weight of Miss Caroline’s words, still echoing in my mind, rattling through my chest like a death knell. I’m nothing. Her voice, venomous and cold, played on a loop in my thoughts, each repetition digging
Lyra’s povI sat at the end of the cell, my knees hugged tightly to my chest. The rough stone walls of the prison seemed to close in around me, the weight of the day pressing down on my chest like an iron fist. The echoes of the laborers' anger still rang in my ears, their faces twisted in fury, their voices laced with mockery. It wasn’t just the physical pain that bothered me—no, it was the way they looked at me, as if I were nothing more than a broken tool to be used and discarded.I rubbed my chest, the ache sharp, and my mind wandered back to the prison yard. The way the guards barked orders, the way I was treated like a lesser being. Even my uncle’s cruelty seemed kinder compared to the torment of being here, in this hellhole.Just when I thought I might crack under the weight of it all, a sudden burst of noise broke through the suffocating silence. It started as a faint murmur, then grew louder, like a wave crashing against a shore. Trembling voices filled the air, their despera
Meera’s POVI stood at the edge of the stairs, my breath shallow, my body tensing as the sneeze tickled the back of my throat. It was almost unbearable. My eyes watered, and I could feel my nostrils twitching with the impending eruption. Holding my breath, I fought it, wanting to be in control. I didn’t want to show any weakness in front of him. But, of course, just as I thought I could manage it, the sneeze came crashing through, an involuntary explosion of air. It echoed through the house, bouncing off the walls like a distant gunshot. I rubbed my nose hastily, frustrated with my own body.At the top of the stairs, I waited. Still, I had to admit I was feeling a little impatient. The clock was ticking. There was no time to waste. I could hear my father’s movements coming from upstairs, the creak of his footsteps signaling his descent. I took a deep breath, the air sharp as it filled my lungs, and turned to face the living room.I couldn’t stand waiting any longer. If he wasn’t going