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Layla’s scream shook the entire room, and she convulsed on the table, trying to break free of her binds. It was like surges upon surges of electricity rode through every fibre of her being and she was set ablaze at the same time. And they kept intensifying with each second that passed.

‘Make it stop! Make it stop!’ Tears streamed down her face as she battled against the binds holding her down. Then she froze.

A hand made of the same specks of light that tormented her formed in the air.

‘No! No! No!’ She frantically shook her head as it reached closer and opened its palm over her chest.

A beautiful, white thread rose from the spot, one end was attached to her and the other was attached to Zayne.

‘Please no.’ She wept, shaking her head as the hand reached out to the thread. Its fingers touched it, and her mouth hung open, letting out a voiceless scream. All the pain she felt couldn’t be compared to that very moment. Her eyes rolled back, and she arched her back.

Darkness slipped into h