Chapter 1 (Fl POV)

Blood...

Bloo... dddd...

Blood...

my blood...

How... how is this possible?

My heart pounded violently in my chest as I stared at the red pooling around me. Warm... thick... sticky. My own blood.

But how did it happen?

Who are these people?

Why can’t I remember anything?

My head throbbed with confusion.

Come on... focus.

Think... just think!

Everything was spinning. The lights above flickered like they were mocking me. The shadows around the room danced, moving with the echo of footsteps.

Then, A figure emerged from the darkness. He stepped closer... slowly, deliberately. I tried to make out his face, but my vision was too blurred. Like I was looking through water.

But that voice...That voice was etched into my mind.

I’ve heard it before.

I know him...

Lucas.

He knelt down beside me, his grip suddenly tight on my arm. His fingers dug into my skin like iron claws.

He leaned in, close enough that I could feel his breath on my cheek. Then he spoke—softly, but with venom in every word.

"How does it feel, darling?"

A cruel smirk curled on his lips.

"Not feeling enough pain yet? Don’t worry... I can fix that."

I tried to speak—to scream—but my throat was raw, dry, useless.

Fear gripped me like chains, cold and heavy. My hands trembled, slick with blood, as I struggled to push myself up, but my body betrayed me. Too weak. Too broken.

Lucas’s fingers trailed up to my chin, tilting my face toward him.

His eyes… they were no longer the ones I remembered.

Once warm, once protective—now dark, unreadable, almost hungry.

He studied me like a hunter admiring his prey.

"You don’t remember, do you?" he whispered, his voice smooth as poison.

"Everything we were... everything we could have been... and now look at you."

I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of his words.

What was he talking about?

What did he mean everything we could have been? My heartbeat pounded louder, faster.

Flashes—images—started flickering in my head.

Laughter.

Rain.

A kiss in the dark.

Tears.

Betrayal.

“Why... why are you doing this?” I finally choked out, my voice barely more than a whisper.

But he heard me. Oh, he heard me. Lucas leaned closer, his lips brushing my ear.

"Because, darling... you left me to burn."

His words dripped with bitterness, his grip tightening painfully.

"And now... I'm just returning the favor."

I gasped, my mind spinning.

Left him? Burn? What had I done?

Suddenly, behind him, I heard footsteps. More figures. More shadows. A woman’s voice called out—sharp, cold.

“Enough, Lucas. We need her alive.”

Lucas clenched his jaw, clearly displeased.

But he stood, his towering form blocking out what little light remained above me.

“You’re lucky,” he hissed. “They still think you’re useful. But me?”

He crouched down again, his face inches from mine.

“I know better. You’re just a ticking bomb. And I’ll be here when you explode.”

Then he turned and walked away, his boots echoing like war drums across the floor.

Tears slipped down my cheeks, mixing with the blood.

I didn’t know where I was.

I didn’t know what I had done.

But one thing was clear,This wasn’t just a mistake. It was personal. And somehow, I was at the center of it all.

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