ARIANA As the car cruised down the city streets, my thoughts were still spinning from everything that had just happened with Florence and the cold indifference in Grayson's one-word response. I stared out the window, trying to shake off the lingering tension. Matt was rambling on about something—probably another joke about shopping—but I barely registered his words.When the car finally came to a stop, I glanced up, my heart skipping a beat. We had parked in front of a massive shopping mall. At first glance, it was just another sprawling complex of glass and steel, but as I looked closer, a strange sense of familiarity washed over me. The design, the layout, and even the tall glass windows shimmering under the morning sun—it all reminded me of a mall back in my hometown. The one I went to before everything changed.I blinked, trying to push the unsettling feeling aside. This was just a coincidence. There was no way it could be the same. Yet, the nagging thought refused to leave as I
ARIANA My name is Ariana Winslow, and I am 23 years old. I live with my three brothers, Matthew, Ethan, and Gabriel. Our dad passed away in a car accident while rushing to the hospital from work to see my mother, who was about to give birth to me. My mother was determined not to give birth before my dad arrived. Because of the complications, the doctors had to perform a c-section to deliver me. The next day, when my mother received the news of her husband's death, she left the hospital and has been missing ever since. No one knows where she went. This is a brief story that my brothers have shared with me. Now, let me give you some insight into how I was raised by my brothers. My brothers became my pillars of support from a young age. They were just teenagers when our father passed away, but they stepped up and took on the responsibility of raising me. Even though they had no idea of how to raise a newborn, especially a girl, they raised me. They became my protectors, my role mode
I froze, my mind racing to comprehend the situation. Who was this man, and why did he think I was someone named Skyler? The cold demeanor in his eyes sent a shiver down my spine, and I instinctively took a step back, my heart pounding in my chest. "I-I'm not Skyler," I insisted, my voice trembling with fear. "You've got the wrong person." But the man didn't seem convinced. His eyes narrowed as he took a step closer, his presence looming over me like a dark cloud. "Where were you hiding all this time," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "I've been searching for you everywhere. And now that I've found you, you're not getting away again." Panic surged through me as I realized the gravity of the situation. Whoever this man was, he was convinced that I was someone named Skyler, and he seemed determined to confront them, or me, whoever he believed me to be. "I swear, I don't know who you're talking about," I pleaded, desperation creeping into my voice. "Please, just let me go." B
Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision. I wanted to scream, to lash out, but fear and shock paralyzed me. The room felt suffocating, the walls closing in as his sneer deepened. He seemed to take pleasure in my silence, a twisted satisfaction flickering in his eyes. "Answer me,wife," he demanded, his voice a low growl. "Do you understand now?" I swallowed hard, the taste of blood still fresh on my tongue. Slowly, I nodded, knowing it was the response he wanted. Defiance would only bring more pain, and I couldn't afford that right now. Not when every part of me ached with the need to survive. Suddenly, a noise like a gunshot rang out from outside, startling us both. His grip loosened slightly as his attention was momentarily diverted. Seizing the opportunity, I pulled away and stumbled towards the door. My heart pounded as I fumbled with the handle, desperation fueling my every movement. "Get back here!" he bellowed, but I was already out, sprinting down the dimly hallway. M
My heart pounded with such ferocity. It felt like it might burst from my chest. Bound and gagged, every breath was a struggle, every thought a desperate cry for freedom. He took a step back, his eyes raking over me with a mixture of possessiveness and malice. I could feel his gaze lingering on my restrained form. He turned away, moving towards the table of instruments. The sound of his footsteps echoed ominously in the confined space, each step a prelude to the torment that awaited. I pulled at my restraints, the cuffs digging painfully into my wrists, but they held fast. Panic surged through me, my mind racing for a way out, a way to escape this nightmare. "Ah, this should do nicely," he murmured, lifting a flogger from the table. He tested its weight, swinging it experimentally through the air. The leather tails made a soft, menacing sound as they cut through the silence. He turned back to me, a cruel smile twisting his lips. "Now, wife," he said, his voice a dark whisper, "it's
She nodded slowly, her eyes filled with sympathy. "Yes, you've been unconscious for five months. We had to keep you sedated to ensure the baby's safety. The man you refer to as 'him', I mean your husband, wanted it that way." My heart sank at her words. Five months of my life gone, and lost to a nightmare I couldn't escape. The room seemed to spin as I struggled to process the enormity of what she'd said. I was pregnant with his child and had been kept in a drug-induced sleep for months. I tried to gather my thoughts, but the horror of my situation made it nearly impossible. "Why? Why would he do this?" My voice was barely a whisper, trembling with fear and confusion. The nurse hesitated, glancing towards the door as if she expected him to walk in at any moment. "He... he said he wanted a family," she replied, her voice low. "He wanted to make sure you couldn't run away or resist him. This was his way of controlling you completely." A sob escaped my lips, the reality of my situat
"What is this place?" I whispered aloud, my voice trembling with disbelief and fear. The noise of traffic hummed in the background, a stark contrast to the silence I had endured for so long. My mind raced, trying to grasp the enormity of my situation. Where was I supposed to begin in this unfamiliar city? I wiped the tears from my face, steeling myself against the overwhelming sense of disorientation. Every passing car seemed like a potential threat, every pedestrian a possible informant. I needed to find safety to find help—but I had no idea where to start. With a shaky breath, I began walking, keeping to the shadows and avoiding eye contact with anyone who passed. The city seemed endless, its streets winding and twisting like a labyrinth. I felt small and vulnerable amidst the towering buildings and bustling crowds. As I walked, I searched for any sign of familiarity—a street name, a landmark, anything that could orient me. But every corner turned revealed more unfamiliar territ
The sight of him walking towards me sent a fresh wave of terror through my body. His smirk was a cruel reminder of everything he'd done to me. Desperation surged within me, and I darted towards Gabriel, hoping for some protection. "Gabriel, help me! Get this madman out of our house!" I pleaded, my voice breaking. But before I could reach him, Gabriel's hand shot out, stopping me mid-air. His grip was firm and stiff. He clenched his teeth, his eyes cold and hard. "Yes, he's leaving," Gabriel said, his voice tight with controlled anger. "But you're leaving with him." I stared at my brother, my mind reeling. "What do you mean?" I asked, confusion and fear blending together. "Why would I go with him? He kept me prisoner! He—" "Cut the crap, Arianna," he snapped, cutting me off. "We know everything. From when you decided to run away and get married to this..." He gestured toward my swollen belly. My heart sank. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Gabriel, you can't be serious. He