Her Voice 2 [JENLISA]

Chapter 18 (M)

"Fortunately" i have a cold so im skipping my classes and that gave me time to edit, so ig no waiting for weeks ^_^ long ass chapter ahead btw

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⚠️TW⚠️ i think yall know what's about to happen.

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Lisa

Time slowed, although the clock was still ticking. My vision grew hazy, and the world couldn’t seem to stop spinning. My blood roared violently, and I could feel my heart beat through the bulging veins in my neck. I could hear each thump in my ears.

My mouth went dry and my heart sank into the lower pit of my stomach, heavy and hurting. It almost caused me to double over, but I fought the urge. Instead, I took a step forward, stood up straighter, and faced my nightmare.

The door closed behind me, locking the three of us inside this room, this cage, Jennie's hell and now mine.

This place used to represent our freedom, a little piece of heaven, but with Jiyong here, he has tainted that for us.

My eyes went back to Jennie, and I had to swallow up the bile in my mouth, fighting the urge to throw up. Chill skated over my skin, and I was frozen to the bones.

Tick…tock…tick…tock.

The Devil laughed louder, and she mocked me to move forward.

I couldn’t.

Tick…tock…tick…tock.

My feet stayed where they were. If I moved, I would do something that would end our lives tonight. If I moved, I would rip Jiyong's heart out with my bare fucking hands.

If I moved, I’d wring up his intestines and wrap them around his neck before hanging his lifeless body from the ceiling—it would be a warning. A warning not to touch what belonged to me.

But if I moved…if I did all the things I wanted to do…

It would be the end.

There was no way I would make it out alive.

And there was absolutely no way Jennie would still be breathing.

If I breathed my last, she would too.

Or worse, they would take her away and sell her to the most depraved men.

My sweet myshka wouldn’t be able to make it out alive.

I stopped myself; I fought my urges, and I stayed silent.

For her.

I am sorry, Jennie. I am so fucking sorry.

I wished she’d open her eyes, she’d look at me, stare into my own eyes, and see my guilt. To see how broken I was. For her.

I wanted to go on my knees and beg for her forgiveness. I used to think I was on top of the world and was winning this game.

But it seemed Jennie had only fallen in love with a weak, useless…helpless woman.

I couldn’t save her, not from this. Not at this time.

So I had to sit back and watch her hurt…watch her silently scream in agony. While my own soul would bleed into the ground, a wound so deep—there was no fixing it.

Jiyong tsked, and I forced myself to pull my eyes away from my woman, my beautiful swan…now so broken. I wanted to pull her into my arms and erase all the hurt.

Tick…tock…tick…tock.

Jiyong motioned me forward, and my legs worked on auto-pilot. I walked further into the room and stopped in the middle. “Join us, Pranpriya.”