Killian's hands flew up to his throat in a frantic, instinctive motion. His fingers clawed desperately, trying to pry off the unseen, malevolent force that was gradually crushing his windpipe.
His eyes bulged in their sockets, looking wild with terror as his face rapidly took on a deeply alarming shade. Harsh, ragged wheezes were the only sounds he could force out. Each one sounded more labored than the last while his body suddenly rose from his seat and was suspended several feet in the air by the same power. A black miasma began swirling around Killian's struggling form. Tendrils of mist coiled tightly around his limbs and torso, restraining him while they sapped away his strength. The lavish dining room had fallen into a shocked, breathless hush. Every eye was fixed in stunned horror on the dreadful scene playing out before them. Crystal glasses trembled on the table, their contents rippling furiously as if in sympathy with Killian's plight. The adorned chandeliers swayed ever so slightly, illuminating the gathered faces frozen in disbelief and revulsion. Killian's chest heaved spasmodically with his muscles straining visibly beneath his sweat-soaked shirt as he fought with every fiber of his being for even the shallowest of breaths. But it was no use. Nothing anyone could do would dislodge the malicious force that had decided to make short work of him. The very air seemed to thicken and congeal around his suspended form as if reality itself were bending to Knox's implacable will. Serena's eyes were wide. Her vivid emerald irises practically glowed with fear as she turned to look at Knox. She didn't need to be a witch to know in her very bones that this atrocity was entirely his doing. The man hadn't twitched a muscle. His posture remained relaxed and almost bored as he observed Killian's torment. Yet, the sheer intensity blazing in his eyes and the cruel satisfaction dancing in their depths spoke volumes about the otherworldly power he commanded. President Bolting sat frozen in his seat with a mirror image of the same gut-punched horror etched across his features. Every paternal instinct screamed at him to surge out of his chair, grab his little girl, and get as far away from this waking nightmare as humanly possible. His heart thundered in his chest. Adrenaline surged through his veins as fight-or-flight instincts warred within him. He finally lurched upright with his desperate arm outstretched towards his daughter. However, his flailing hand simply swung through empty air. It was as if some invisible force had already anticipated his move, snatching Serena away from him and depositing her safely next to Knox before he could blink. The older man’s impotence in the face of such power left him reeling. Meanwhile, Seven shook his head slowly from where he sat. There was an air of resignation and bitter expectation about him. His face was one of sorrow, having seen this precise scenario play out in his mind countless times before. As much as he had repeatedly warned the reckless fool to keep that smart mouth of his firmly shut lest he provoke Knox's wrath, he knew this moment was inevitable. He knew Killian's flagrant disrespect and crude teasing… always pushing every button and boundary, would be the death of him one day if he didn't learn some humility. Now it seemed that day had finally come, and only divine intervention or the grace of some higher power could possibly hope to save Killian's sorry ass from the consequences of his own foolishness. The air in the cavernous dining room seemed to grow thicker and more suffocating by the second as Killian's struggles intensified. Serena could have sworn she saw faint streaks of smoke rising from his reddened skin, specks of gray vapor curling upwards as if his very blood were boiling from the inside out. The agonizing effects of the deadly energy were clearly ravaging him from the inside in the most excruciating way imaginable. Serena had witnessed her fair share of violence and brutality in her relatively short life and had seen true suffering and depravity up close since her time in the spotlight. But she had never seen such an exquisite, harrowing vision of pure, unbridled agony as the one unfolding before her. She could practically feel the essence of life itself being leeched away from Killian's weakening form with each arduous second that ticked by, his struggles growing more feeble and pitiful. Some deep, primal part of her knew she needed to do something - anything - to bring Knox out of this before it went too far, before he allowed his merciless action to extinguish another life so callously. ‘But how?’In the short time she had been immersed in this strange new world as Knox's wife, she had quickly learned that he was not a man to be trifled with, especially when it came to matters concerning her. His possessiveness and claims of ownership over her were utterly unshakable. Any perceived slight or threat to his prized possession would be met with swift, brutal punishment. Yes, Killian had an infamous knack for always getting on everyone's last nerve with his crude jokes and lecherous comments. His sharp tongue and complete lack of filter had landed him in hot water more times than anyone could count. But beneath that abrasive exterior, he also possessed an undeniably likable charm and warmth that could lighten up even the darkest of moods with his bright smile and boisterous laugh. For all his obnoxious flaws, it was hard not to be fond of the loud-mouthed jackass. His vibrant personality simply drew people in, like a human embodiment of sunshine cutting through the glo
"Ah...Alex! Please be gentle! Oh, God!!"A seductive, feminine moan shattered the silence, causing Serena's world to grind to a crashing halt.She stood frozen, unable to process the tangled, passionate embrace unfolding before her very eyes.It was as if someone had pressed the pause button on reality. All she could do was watch in numb shock as her entire life shattered into jagged shards around her.She saw the rapturous expression on Alex's face, the way he held the other woman with such achingly familiar yet utterly foreign intimacy.It felt like an out-of-body experience, like she was watching some horrible scene in a movie she couldn't turn off or fast-forward through.All she wanted was to escape, to run away from this fresh hell, but her body simply refused to obey her mental commands."Oh, Alex! I can't imagine you this intimate with that loser," the woman gasped between breathy moans, her words mingling obscenely with the sounds of frantically writhing bodies and the creaki
Serena had never been good at controlling her temper, and this unthinkable situation was pushing her to the absolute limit.She could feel the rage simmering just beneath the surface, begging for release."Don't you dare bring up mirrors," Diana scoffed with a smug look plastered across her face. "You're pathetic—"Before the cruel taunt could fully leave Diana's lips, Serena's open palm connected with her cheek in a powerful slap that echoed like a gunshot throughout the modern bedroom.The sharp crack reverberated in the stunned silence that followed.Shock registered on Diana's face while she brought a hand up to her stinging, reddened cheek. "Did you just slap me?" she asked incredulously as if she couldn't quite believe Serena had dared retaliate."I'll do it again, you whore," Serena spat, fury blazing in her eyes as she readied herself for another blistering strike if needed.She refused to let anyone disrespect her in such a vile way, especially not this two-faced snake who ha
The chauffeur, a gentleman of advanced years, turned slightly in his seat to address the distraught woman occupying the back of the plush vehicle. "Where shall I take you, young, Miss?" His voice was soft like a lullaby attempting to soothe a crying child.Serena hastily smeared away her tears with the heel of her hand and sniffed loudly. Her voice wavered as she commanded in a broken whisper, "Take me to the nearest bar."The chauffeur's lips parted as if he intended to protest but then sealed themselves shut again.He paused for several heartbeats before gathering enough courage to voice his concerns. “Miss Serena," he began cautiously, "I fear that going to a bar in your current state might not be advisable. His Excellency would surely disapprove if he were to discover this... And we are unaccompanied by guards. Plus, there's always the risk of unsavory characters taking advantage of your vulnerability.""I don't care! Just drive!" Serena snapped back fiercely at him.She reclined
The dimly lit bar was a hushed sanctuary amid the city's chaos. Its soft glow illuminated the clinking of glasses and the low murmur of muffled conversations. It was a refuge for lost souls seeking solace in the bottom of a tumbler of whiskey or a glass of full-bodied red wine.Serena found herself drawn to a secluded corner booth, where the shadows seemed to wrap around her like an old friend offering comfort and discretion.Her phone buzzed insistently in her purse with another incoming message, but she chose to ignore it. This wasn't about anyone else tonight - this was her time, her moment to find some sliver of clarity amid the madness that had flipped her entire world on its axis."I will get through this," she whispered to herself as she tried to summon some semblance of courage from the depths of her soul. "I am stronger than I realize. Than anyone realizes."Soon enough, Serena was cradling her third generous glass of rich cabernet in her slender hands, finding a strange sens
[WARNING: EXTREMELY SENSITIVE CONTENT]Serena felt a rush of relief wash over her the instant she stepped outside, as though the dirt and regrets of previous encounters and mistakes were being washed away.She had sought refuge in this obscure establishment in a desperate attempt to find some sliver of tranquility and peace. And for a fleeting moment, she had discovered it at the bottom of an amber-filled glass and the warmth of a stranger's company. But his timing had been off by miles - a lifetime, really.Had circumstances been different, she might have entertained his advances and given in to that long-buried need for intimacy and connection.But not tonight. Maybe not ever, if she was being honest with herself.Her unsteady steps led her to the front desk of the hotel, where she fully intended to book herself a room for the night to sleep off the copious amounts of alcohol sloshing through her system.However, much to Serena's surprise and confusion, the impeccably dressed clerk
The strong glare of the antiseptic hospital lights assailed Serena's senses as her eyelids fluttered open. She was forced to squint in order to combat the uncompromising brightness of the fixtures.She attempted to shift her position, only for a searing pain to lance through her lower body and rendering her immobile.She let out a groan of agony.A glance downward revealed a sea of white linen draped over her form and bandages nestled between her legs.There was a creaking sound as the door opened, and someone entered.“You are awake.” The person spoke with a manly voice.She raised her head to look directly into the eyes of the hospital attendant. "Wh-what happened?" Her voice emerged as a parched croak, the words scraping past her dry throat.The doctor - a man whose age had etched soft lines around his kindly eyes - regarded her with an expression that was equal parts concern and professional detachment. "You were admitted earlier today," he began gently, "You've sustained signific
The insistent humming of her phone jolted Serena from her tormented sleep.She hadn't registered its presence on the bedside table earlier, so engrossed had she been in the tumultuous storm of her emotions. At first, Serena tried to dismiss the relentless ringing, but eventually capitulated when it became clear that the call was not going to cease.She reached out a hand and plucked up the mobile device, squinting against the harsh light of the screen.Her manager's name glared back at her. "Damn!" she muttered under her breath, pressing accept and lifting it to her ear.An instant later, she recoiled as a shrill scream assaulted her eardrum. "Where on earth are you? The show is about to start! I've managed to delay it for two hours already but we can't wait forever for you to grace us with your presence!"Her manager's voice was like ice water being poured over Serena's head; her eyes snapped open wide in shock. Oh no! Today was the award ceremony!She had returned early from a tour