You lunge for the cabin door the moment Cecily steps off the plane.
Cecily
I just forgot something
She says over her shoulder, casual, too casual.
Something feels off. You rise to follow her, but the moment you stand, the world tilts. A wave of dizziness crashes over you like a tide—your limbs go loose, your vision blurs, and your knees give way.
The plane veers violently to the left. Alarms shriek. You’re thrown against the cabin wall as the jet dips—hard. The last thing you see through the window is Cecily standing perfectly still on the tarmac, not moving, not even looking back.
Then—impact.
A flash of searing pain. Darkness.
You wake up to silence. Your head throbs, and the air smells like rust and sea-salt. Wherever you are now, it's not the plane.
You stumble to your feet and find yourself in what looks like a sprawling estate—an island mansion surrounded by nothing but jungle and distant waves. The walls are too clean. The light, too bright. You move like you're underwater, every step thick and dreamlike.
Downstairs, you find a set of grand double doors. You hesitate. Then you open them.
Your breath catches.
Creighton King stands in the center of the room, alive, untouched, and far too calm.
Annika Volkov
“You” , you whisper.
Creighton king
He smiles—but there's no warmth in it.
Creighton king
“Did you think it was over, little purple?”
Your heart slams against your ribs.
And then—everything goes black
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Author
This is just the prologue.
Please continue to read the story.
The charector of the story are CREIGHTON KING AND ANNIKA VOLKOV , From "God of pain" I took the charectors but the story is different obviously.
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