Something’s not right. Lucas’s fucking army should’ve been here before she even started talking.
No…
No, no, no…
My fears just became our reality.
We fucked up.
“I knew how satisfying it would be to watch your faces,” Bianca smirks.
Lucas doesn’t even manage to put himself in front of me when Bianca pulls out two guns from her back and shots both of us.
But, instead of bullets, they are some needles that stop directly in our necks.
I violently feel like I’m losing control over my feet, that I can’t move them. I can’t breathe properly, and my vision is getting blurry. I am losing the hold of Lucas’s hand, feeling it slipping through my fingers. Everything around me becomes darker, and I begin to lose touch with reality.
The last thing I hear before the abyss welcomes me with open arms is Lucas’s scream, whose voice fades away while he is calling my name, as he also falls into the darkness.
Epilogue
The devil woman
A strong noise pulls me out of the gloom that was surrounding me. My head is pounding badly. I’m a prisoner of an indescribable dizziness, feeling as if the room I am in is moving. My eyes seem to have been glued with the strongest adhesive that can exist. I can’t open them, not even an inch.
A distorted laugh reaches my ears, making me tremble because of the sound of a voice I didn’t recognise.
I try to remember what the hell happened. The ringing in my ears diminishes slowly, letting a known, but incoherent voice bring my memories back.
I shiver with the anger that is capturing my being, and not just because of what I’m remembering. Inside of me is quiet. Too quiet. It’s never silent, so that can only mean one thing.
Where the hell is Anora??
“Oh, come on. It wasn’t even the strongest dose,” huffed the voice I hated with all my being.
The fury I felt dissolves the glue from my eyes, and I can finally open them. I’m not seeing anything specific. Everythingis blurry and dark, so I figure I’m blindfolded. I am only able to distinguish the shape of the bitch that stays with her arms crossed in front of me.
“Oh my God, sometimes I ask myself why I didn’t kill you faster. I shouldn’t have listened to him. I knew I had to go after my instinct and do what I always wanted, not play with dolls along with Barbie and Ken.”
I try to move, but I can feel for the umpteenth time that my hands and legs are tied. I’m so fucking sick of this.
The black material that covered my eyes gets yanked, letting me look directly into Bianca’s eyes and realise how well she knows me. Only from my old habits, my secrets, and my behaviour she managed to figure out the steps we were going to take. I am too predictable for her.
My thoughts go to the footage that we saw. It seems like a distant memory, put at the right place for the right people, ready to serve us an ambush on a silver plate.
“Where is Lucas?” I spit at her, but she is staying too far away from me to be affected by my attitude.
She just looks at me and smiles.
I only wish to rip that smile away from her face.
“You’ll see him soon enough, Anmara. Probably. I won’t guarantee that you will know who he is when you kill him.”
My eyes go wide, and my body starts to fidget around the chair to grab her face and twist it.
“Why are you doing this? What did I ever do to you to deserve it?”
“What did you do? Seriously? That’s what you’re asking?” she screams, and her smile transforms into an expression I have never seen on her face.
