ABSOLUTE INSANITY: A forbidden bond
Chapter 75: ★Time to shine★

Chapter 75: ★Time to shine★

~Chapter 75~

My eyelids, heavy as lead, slowly pilled open and the darkness remained. The paralysis still gripping my body.

A testament of that syringe that is administered into me every three hours, making my body strong as a rock.

Someone was near me, I could feel it as a presence loomed over me.

Cold fingers wrapped around my wrists, and I felt myself being lifted off the bed. My head lolled backward, helpless to resist, as I was drawn into the unknown.

The only sound was the soft movement of the bed as I was picked up.

My stiff head fell into the person’s chest and the scent of tobacco, rich and earthy, wafted up, mingling with a clean aroma of freshly shaved skin.

A strong, manly perfume hits me hard, filling my nostrils. The combination was unmistakable, a unique signature that I knew all too well but couldn’t quite place it.

The person shifted while I felt their chest rise and fall with each breath. They footsteps were quite as they turned and began to walk.

We walked- i mean, They walked for what felt like an eternity but it was just seconds before the sound of a door opening and closing broke the silence.

The person walked again after the door was locked,m before stopping once more. The soft beep of the elevator button reached my ears, followed by the gentle hum of the elevator as it sprang to life.

I concentrated all my energy on my ears, straining to pick up even the faintest sound. The silence was there, a heavy blanket that suffocated me.

My eyes -might as well just call it a stone was useless but hey I got ears. My ears remained sharp, eager to snatch any whisper of sound.

I listened and listened good to not miss out on anything. We began to move, the elevator gliding smoothly downward, and the gentle pressure of the person’s arms around me, holding me secure was creeping me out.

Who was it? The person hadn’t spoken a word, leaving me to rely on my other senses to gather clues.

The scent of cigarettes still lingered, an unsettling aroma that always send shivers down my spine.

It might be Romeo, I mentally trembled with just his name but I couldn’t be sure. He wasn’t the only one who smoked, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being deceived

The possibility still lingered, a nagging doubt that refused to dissipate: maybe Romeo had sent someone to collect me, a nameless, faceless minion tasked with ferrying me to my fate.

My eyes that are dry and gritty from the prolonged lack of tears,m still stung with a dull, persistent ache.

The tears that had once flowed so freely now refused to come. The emotional exhaustion was crushing, a weight that pressed upon my chest, making it hard to breathe.

it hurts so much, so, so much that I just wanted peace.

Aria’s face swam before my eyes, her bright smirk and sparkling eyes that had engulfed me as he friend was wide with pain when looking at her twin dead body.

I could only hope that she was safe, that the chaos I had unleashed wouldn’t claim her as its next victim.

The thought of her, innocent being dragged into this violence that was meant for me only was killing me inside.

And then, of course, there was Frank. His memory lingered, a haunting presence that refused to be exorcised.

His death weighed heavily upon me, a burden I couldn’t shake. I had been the catalyst for his demise, my actions setting in motion the events that had led to his tragic end.

The guilt of it all was suffocating. Crushing me down and I just want to stay there. Hide my face and just wish for death.

The tears that had long refused to fall, frozen in a state of suspended grief, finally broke free, slipping silently down my cheeks.

Words echoing in my mind, a haunting refrain that refused to be silenced: "He fucking died, you are the cause of it. no one liked you but you just wanted to be a burden."

More tears fell down, Aria’s twin brother was gone, lost to me forever. The pain of his death, a wound that threatened to consume me whole.

His death was my fault, I had been the catalyst, I had being the one that didn’t show them that letter, maybe they would have ran or kicked me out their home.

No matter how hard I tried to make myself or tell myself that I couldn’t do anything to stop what had happened, I was still to be blamed for many things.

The thought of facing Aria again, of looking into her eyes and seeing the pain and loss that I had caused, was too much to bear.

As I am, I’m just wishing and praying for a peaceful death, a release from the pain and suffering that had become my life.

The phrase appears in my mind, a bitter irony that I would love to get."Rest in peace." I had never felt more alive, more aware of the pain and suffering that surrounded me.

Being alive was hell, a never-ending cycle of grief and sorrow. I just wanted it to end, to find some measure of peace in a world that seemed determined to deny it to me.

Anyone I held dear dies. The memories came flooding back. My mother’s smile face from that her old photo flashed into my tormented brain.

She had given her life to bring me into this world, and now, it seemed, I was cursed to bring death to those I loved or even liked.

I’m a magnet for bad luck. I was a toxic presence, a dark cloud that brought destruction and despair to all those around me.

Just as I was drowning in this sea of despair, the sound of a car engine roaring to life cut through the darkness, shattering the spell that had held me captive.

The sudden noise was jarring, a harsh reminder that I was still in the world of the living, no matter how much I might wish to escape.

No matter how much I wish to just end it all. I slowly came back to reality, realizing that I was now sitting on someone’s thighs, my head lolling limply against their chest.

It was the same person who had carried me out of that room, their arms still wrapped tightly around me. But who were they? And where were we going?

Was it time to be the bait?

A voice cut through the silence, a greeting. "Good morning, Don," said the person who sounded to be at the front on the right. if my senses are working well.

"Romeo." This was from someone at the front too but at the right, saying my tomentor name with a bit of annoyance.

The name made my ears to perk up like a wild animal sensing danger. Romeo? l

The devil incarnate, the madman who had tormented me for so long. My mind seethed with hatred, my heart burning with a fierce desire for revenge.

I hated him so much, so much than my dead father. I wished to kill him, to make him feel just a fraction of the pain he had inflicted upon me.

The person holding me, their arms wrapped tightly around me, spoke in a smooth, nonchalant tone. "Good morning, James." That voice, that voice was unmistakable, sending a shiver down my spine.

It was Romeo, the monster who had haunted my every waking moment.

Romeo’s voice spoke again, his words dripping with an air of superiority. "Antonio." I calculated the acknowledgement, my mind working overtime to piece together the puzzle.

Mr. Antonio must be the one sitting at the side, while James was the driver. I organized how the car inferior looks like with the occupants that I’m aware of.

The car moved and the hours tick by as I sat stiffly on Romeo’s thighs, my blind eyes blinking futilely in the darkness.

The sound of a phone ringing pierced the air and Romeo’s low voice followed. "Sì?" The raspy Italian word, a curt acknowledgement that commanded attention.

His cold and firm hands rested on my waist, a possessive grip that made my skin crawl.

A fucking creep.

Romeo’s voice took on a serious, almost menacing tone as he continued to speak in Italian. "Digli che la sua principessa è in arrivo e farebbe meglio a essere con Ivan alla location.(Tell him that his princess is on her way and he’d better be with Ivan at the location."

There was a threat in his tone and I wondered who was on the other line and what were they discussing.

The hours ticked by, the car moving at a steady speed, I found myself focusing on the passing minutes, counting them down to hold onto even if it’s a small thread of control, a tiny anchor that would keep me tethered to reality.

"We are here." James’ voice cut through the silence amd my head, on its own accord, snapped towards the sound.

What! My neck muscles strained with the sudden, involuntary movement.But before I could process what was happening, a sharp, stinging pain pierced my neck.

A syringe injecting its contents into my bloodstream, no doubt about it as I felt the wave of dizziness wash over me.

My limbs growing heavy and unresponsive as the poison coursed through my veins. My head fell back, my cheek pressing against Romeo’s chest again.

Three hours had passed, an endless expanse of time during which I had been trapped in a living nightmare.

And now, Romeo was renewing his "product", ensuring that I remained docile, compliant, and completely at his mercy.

"Time to shine, princess." The words were a cruel mockery, a twisted jest that only served to highlight the depths of my despair.

I’m in deep shit.

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