I start laughing maniacally.
It’s all so ironic.
It isn’t one bit funny, but I can’t stop laughing as my tears stop falling. My skin is filled with crawling ants, and I can only think about ending it all.
“But we can start all over again. It can be just you and me. Please, just give me one more chance,” he pleads, but his tone is nothing more than ordering. “You don’t need him.”
My hands tremble along with the heavy gun. My finger is still on the trigger, and slowly I point it back at him, watching him on his knees. “Where is Visha?”
His expression shifts to annoyance. “Why are you asking about him again? Focus on me, my dear.”
“Answer me!” I need to find Visha and get us out of here. I have no idea if he’s safe or if Jason harmed him, but I can’t poker on his life. “Where. Is. He.”
Jason glares at me and gets up from the ground. He dusts himself off and grins. “How about we make a little deal?” he nonchalantly steps closer to me, pressing his forehead against the gun. “I will bring him to you, but you will stay with me until death do us part.”
I stumble backwards and tighten my grip on the weapon. “You’ve gone mad. You’re in no position to make demands.”
“Listen, my dear. You’re gaining a lot here. You get to see that brat and I get to have you. Visha will be set free. Isn’t that what you want?”
He says his name with such disgust and sarcasm that I want to smack him in the head with the butt of the gun.
I want Visha’s safety and happiness above anything, but can I give myself up for him? Would a swan keep living if their mate died?
I lower the gun and let it hit the ground. Jason smiles and makes his way to me. He reaches for my cheek and closes the distance between our foreheads, his eyes darkening like the void in my chest.
“You’re making the right choice.”
As long as he gets to go home, I don’t care what happens to me.
It’s all for Visha.
Thebest of me is him.
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The iron door springs open and reveals the devil entering with a satisfied grin. “Get up”
I scoff as my body leans limply against the concrete wall, ravaged by his depravity. “Fuck off.”
“I won’t repeat myself.” Jason stops in his tracks and smirks condescendingly. “He begged me to let him see you. I don’t understand what he sees in you but inevitably he couldn’t let you go.”
“Where is he?” I yank on the chains restraining me but can’t get them off. “I want to see him.”
If only I had something sharp, maybe I could pick the lock. Fuck, with a couple of busted ribs and heavy bruises, I don’t know how I could overpower him if it came to it.
Let’s not forget he’s armed.
“As I said. He’s waiting for you but don’t get any clever ideas about running away,” he warns and detaches the chains from the wall, yet not unbinding my wrists. “Aoi made a choice and won’t be leaving with you.”
“What choice? Where is he?” I grunt as he tugs on the chains and I stagger. “What did you do to him?”
“You should focus on yourself more, sinceyouwon’t make it out alive.”
I glare at him as he hauls me to my feet and I grunt, my aching ribs reminding me of their fractured state. The burned part of my flesh tingles and I wince when a breeze of air brushes against the ravaged skin.
“Aoi would never follow your orders if he knew the truth about you,” I bark, stumbling forward when he drags me across a hallway.
