White-hot rage surges through me.
“You are going to pay for killing her,” I tell Emin with an icy tone that even makes me quiver. I haven’t felt this much rage, well, ever. I will taste their blood and rip out their throats once I’m out of here.
“Fuck this shit.” Someone removes the bag from my head, and I’m met with a horrifying sight. Lana’s body is lifeless on the floor, with her back turned to me.
“I love you.”Her beautiful face flashes before me, and her words are etched into my brain. Emin grabs my hair and makes me look at her. He forces me to go through my personal Hell.
“We didn’t kill her, you did. You just needed to tell us where your father is.” I want to fucking kill everyone in this room. No matter how mad I am, I don’t react. A “no” forms on my lips, but no sound leaves me. The scream that is lodged in my throat never makes it out—it tore through my chest, and it died there.
I try to turn my head away, but Emin doesn’t let me.
Fuck what I said earlier,thisis torture. Blood is pooling around Lana, and this is the first time in my life I despise seeing it. Every second that passes with me looking at her body adds another ounce to a weight that’s about to overflow. My jaw is so tight because I’m gritting my teeth.
My reason to live is gone. The only good thing that was left in this world has been taken away from me.
I manage to utter a couple of words as my eyes are fixated on Lana’s body.
“Once I break free, I’m going to murder everybody here.”
“I don’t think so.” I feel the butt of a gun against the back of my head before everything turns black.
1. "I love you the most in the whole world" in the Bosnian language.
61
MI’m confused. I’m cold. This entire fucking room is cold. And I’m only wearing my pants, some socks, and my long-sleeved shirt.
I hold up my hand to my head and start rubbing my temples.
Fuck, where am I?
Shivers are taking over and the numbness is slowly becoming a constant. My eyes open, and I see that I’m in a room with stone walls, stone floors, and no windows, with only a single light bulb hanging and swaying from side to side.
I’m also not chained to anything—just sitting down on a concrete floor. Why is it so fucking cold—
Ah, there it is.
Some vents are blowing cold air into the room, and I don’t see a way out of this fucking space. The door is probably locked, so I don’t even try to get up because I also can’t. My vision is a little bit blurred, my limbs are weaker, and I’m freezing my ass off.
Where am I? And what do they want? What do they want with me and—
“M, please, please, please.”
“Lana, no!”
“Lana. My Lana. My little hummingbird.” I’m repeating everything out loud so I can stay alert. I’m going to rain hell on earth for what they did. They took her away from me. They took away the sole reason I was still walking on earth.
The anticipation to incinerate everybody’s ass is simmering underneath my cold skin.
Just as I am about to stand up, the vents start blowing colder air. Fuck, I need to regulate my body heat, so I start walking around the room.
After what feels like hours, I start to get these headaches that are fucking with everything in my body.
I need to lie down. I need sleep. I need… I need…
62
MSleep evaded me last night, and I could only get a couple of hours at a time. The shivering comes and goes, but I’m grateful for the years of training I had to endure. I am skilled at regulating my energy and organizing thoughts, which is very fucking important in this situation.
