Insane // Rafe Cameron

THREE

"Rafe!" I screamed, my voice trembling with desperation and fear, hoping for a flicker of emotion in his eyes,

-a sign that my pleas had reached him.

But there was nothing, no hint of compassion or mercy in his gaze.

I felt the reality of the situation crashed over me like a wave, threatening to drown me in its suffocating grip.

This couldn't be happening. I couldn't meet my end like this, not now. I'm too young.

Thoughts raced through my mind, a plea for more time, for another chance to experience all that life had to offer.

Tears flowed freely down my cheeks, a mix of fear, frustration, and helplessness overwhelming me in a wave of emotions.

With every fiber of my being, I resisted his hold, pushing and kicking. Each strained muscle, each gasping breath, a testament to my will to survive.

In a last-ditch effort to break free, I used my very last breath to speak out, because sometimes, words can shout louder than actions.

"Yeah right... end me like y-you did to the other," my voice barely squeaked out, the words lingered in the tense air.

It was almost daring the darkness to consume me along with the numbing sensation that started to envelop my body.

With white dots in my sight, I weakly observed his face register pure shock;

everything unfolded so rapidly that his brain seemed unable to keep pace as he released me in a panicked frenzy.

Yet, it created a brief opening for me to gasp for that life-saving breath, a breath that had been denied to me for far too long.

With feeble attempts, I struggled to sit up, my hand instinctively seeking my neck, each breath sending sharp pain coursing through my spine and head.

My gaze also remains low, the agony preventing me from meeting his eyes, fixating instead on the darkness of his black pants.

His voice quickly sliced through the stillness, a mix of urgency and disbelief, pressing for an explanation of my knowledge.

"I..." I attempted to speak, but the words choked in my throat, the air scarce for speech, so while I struggle to speak, he seizes the moment.

his interruption cutting through the heavy silence with a sharpness that echoes his steely gaze.

"You know what, girl? It doesn't matter how you know," he asserted. "You aren't leaving."

His words resonated, followed by a chilling assertion, "You have stumbled upon too much for your own well-being."

In that moment, a surge of adrenaline shot through me, propelling me off the icy floor, my body resisting but my determination unwavering.

The realization hit me like a ton of bricks – escape was no longer a wish but a critical imperative, a question of survival.

With a racing heart and a mind clouded by panic, I try to make a run for it, attempt to outrun the close danger.

Yet, his movements were quickest, his hand snaking around my waist in a possessive grip, pulling me back into his arms.

The heat of his body pressed against mine, as his gaze bore into mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.

"What delusion makes you resist?" he questioned, his voice a chilling echo in the big dinner room.

He continued, "I thought I made it clear before, you aren't leaving,"