After dinner, I made my way to Edward's house. It was eerily quiet; his mother and the others had already left. I headed straight to his bedroom, where I overheard him and Joel deep in conversation. They both glanced at me as I walked in.
"Hey, Maddie... you're early," Edward said, a hint of surprise in his voice as he approached me.
"Yes, I ate dinner early, which is why," I replied, trying to keep my tone casual, even though I felt a knot of anxiety in my stomach.
"Did I disturb anything?" I inquired, unsure if I should have interrupted them.
"Oh, sweetie, it was nothing," Joel said dismissively, stepping towards the door. "Shall we head out now?"
"Where are we going?" I asked, my curiosity piqued but laced with unease.
"It's just something I wanted to show you for a long time," Edward replied, walking ahead of me with an air of mystery.
We made our way to Edward's art room. As we approached, I heard the creak of a door opening—a secret entrance. Inside, the air turned cool, and darkness enveloped us. I hesitated before stepping in first, sensing something was off. Descending the stairs, I caught sight of various torture apparatuses lining the walls, creating an unsettling atmosphere reminiscent of a twisted laboratory.
"What the hell is this?" I blurted out, a mix of confusion and fear washing over me.
"Exactly hell... but don't worry, it's not your baby," Joel explained casually, while Edward's gaze was fixed on me, as if he was gauging my reaction.
As I ventured further in, the reality of the space became clear. There were people who appeared to be held captive, their expressions hollow and defeated. When I inquired about them, they told me not to worry, revealing that they were all dangerous men and women imprisoned here to protect others and gather information. The weight of the situation settled heavily on my shoulders.
Then my eyes caught sight of a room deeper inside. Just as I started to walk towards it, Edward stopped me, his expression shifting to one of tension and urgency.
"What happened?" I demanded, searching his eyes for answers.
"There's something you need to know... you remember my ex-girlfriend, right? She's not actually dead... I've kept her here captive for a long time now," he admitted, his voice low.
I was struck speechless, a wave of nausea crashing over me. I wanted nothing more than to leave this nightmarish place, but Joel grabbed my arm, urging me to hear the rest of the story. He and Dean had been tormenting her after Edward had abandoned her—this had been going on for nearly five years. My heart raced as I stepped into the room to see her.
The sight was gut-wrenching. She looked frail and unwell, a mere shadow of the person she once was. Rage surged within me, directed at Joel and Dean. How could they do this to anyone, let alone someone Edward had once loved?
"Why did you show me this?" I asked, my voice trembling as tears threatened to spill over.
Edward stepped closer, trying to console me, but I pushed him away, my mind racing. I turned back towards the door, desperate to escape. But it wouldn't budge; it was locked tight.
"Maddie... relax," Joel tried to soothe me, but his voice only added to my rising panic.
"I know you've been trying to create something... a cure for all illnesses, something like immortality. So why not use her as your experimental subject?" Edward suggested, his tone unnervingly calm.
"She's already been declared dead, so there will be no repercussions for you, baby," Joel added, stepping closer, his intent unreadable.
"I want to get out of here... OPEN THE DOOR!" I demanded, refusing to meet their eyes, feeling trapped and powerless.
Finally, Edward placed his hand on a biometric scanner, and the door clicked open. I rushed out, relief flooding through me as I dashed back to my own home, my heart racing.
That night, I lay in bed, stunned by what I had witnessed. Edward was far worse than I had imagined. But one truth became painfully clear—I couldn't escape him.
Sleep eluded me entirely, my mind racing with thoughts of what I had learned and what it meant for my future. The next day, I forced myself to get ready for work, dread settling in my stomach. I had to face him again, the reality of our employer-employee relationship pressing down on me. I couldn't shake the feeling of impending confrontation; I was anxious to see how he would react to my outburst and what would come next.
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The Forest girl : Luna
RomantikI woke up to the bright light of the sun coming through the window. It hurt my eyes a little. Then I felt like someone was beside me on the bed. My eyes went wide as I saw his figure sleeping beside me. He was only wearing pants at that time, so hi...
