Mentality of The Heart

CHAPTER 07

Alexander's POV

Earlier

The air was thick with the sound of my ragged breathing—pant... pant... pant... My body shuddered involuntarily as cold sweat beaded on my forehead, dripping down in tiny rivulets.

Why me?

I tried to focus, to snap myself back to reality, but he wouldn't let me. No—this time, I could sense his every move. I could feel it in my bones, every vile intention.

Somehow, I was both here and not—trapped between the realms of consciousness and nothingness. I could see everything, feel everything, smell every damn thing, but I had no control. It was as if my body had become a prison, a vessel for someone else's sins, forced to bear the weight of their darkness.

I screamed. Screamed with everything I had—my voice hoarse and raw—begging him to stop. But my cries only seemed to feed his twisted hunger. The more I struggled, the more cruelly he tormented me, each movement a calculated act of sadistic pleasure.

Please, make it stop. Please!

I sobbed, my entire being trembling with desperation, but it did nothing. He didn't care. His cold eyes only flickered with the twisted thrill of his experiment, driving me deeper into madness with every passing second.

I fought—thrashed my limbs desperately, hoping for a single breath of freedom—but all it did was enrage him. A searing slap cut across my cheek, so sharp and hard that my vision spun. My body went limp in his grip as he yanked me toward the bed, throwing me onto it with brutal force.

His voice dripped with venom, the smirk on his lips sickening. "Don't worry, daddy's gonna make you feel better," he purred, his hands already reaching for me, his intentions clear.

But then—something happened.

A crack. A snap. A shift. Suddenly, I was back in control, my body fully responsive once again. The fog lifted.

Wait—what?

Confusion flooded my senses as I looked around, finding myself on the floor—but how? The last thing I remembered was being in my room with... Alice!

My heart skipped a beat.

"Alice!" I shouted, panic rising like bile in my throat, but there was no answer. I called again, louder this time, "Alice!"

Silence. Not a sound. Not even the faintest whisper of movement.

No... no, no, no... this can't be happening. Not again. Not like this.

I raced through the halls, frantic, desperate, my mind a whirlwind of dread. My legs felt like they were carrying me at lightning speed, but still, I couldn't find her. Where the hell is she?

I burst into her room, the door slamming against the wall as I scanned every inch of the room, looking for her—her familiar figure hunched over her desk, or maybe curled up on the bed with a book. But there was nothing.

Empty.

Where are you? My thoughts spiraled out of control, a suffocating sense of dread wrapping around my chest. I hope I didn't... I didn't hurt her, did I? No. No, Alexander, relax. You didn't do it. You didn't...

I forced a laugh, my own voice sounding foreign and broken. Maybe she's just... out for a walk, yeah? A walk.

But the lie was weak, too fragile to hold up. I sank to the floor, my back pressing hard against the wall, my hands gripping my head as the headache from hell started to crash down on me.