BOOK 2
Trapped within the iron grip of the notorious Morroto family, Veronica Garcia's fate hangs precariously in the balance. Days bleed into nights in the suffocating darkness of her prison, where despair threatens to consume her spirit. Each pass...
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Luis approached me with a grin that exuded confidence, a glint of manipulation in his eyes. "How are you feeling today, Veronica?" he asked, his tone dripping with false concern.
I met his gaze with a calm expression, refusing to give away any hint of vulnerability. "Buena," I replied, my voice steady.
(Good)
Luis circled me slowly, his movements deliberate. "Just good?" he probed, his voice laced with subtle manipulation. I maintained my composure, giving him a small nod. "Definitely ," I affirmed.
He paused in front of me, his eyes scanning my face. "That's what I like to hear," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "But remember, Veronica, there's always room for improvement."
I nodded again, playing along with his game. "Of course," I agreed, knowing exactly what he wanted to hear.
Luis's smirk widened, pleased with my response. "Good," he said. "Now, let's focus on today's tasks." He nodded toward the door, and I followed him without hesitation. Luis swiped his keycard to open it, gesturing for me to enter first with a smirk. "Ladies first," he said, his tone dripping with a hint of condescension.
I walked into the room confidently, knowing he was watching my every move. He followed behind me, closing the door with a deliberate click. The sound echoed in the room, emphasising our isolation.
I turned to face him, meeting his gaze head-on. There was a palpable tension in the air, a silent acknowledgment of the power dynamic between us. But I refused to let it unnerve me. Luis's smirk widened as he observed my reaction. "Ready for today's challenges?" he asked, his tone casual.
I nodded, not allowing his smugness to affect me. "Absolutely," I replied, my voice steady.
He chuckled, clearly pleased with himself. "Good," he said, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Let's see what you're made of."
I nodded and lay down on the hospital bed, already anticipating what was to come - another session in the simulation. It had become routine, almost mundane, yet I didn't complain. After all, it had made certain things easier, like the task I was about to undertake.
Closing my eyes, I braced myself for the familiar sensation of being plunged into the artificial world Luis had created. It was strange how accustomed I had become to the violence, the bloodshed, the betrayal. Killing my friends had once been unthinkable, but now it was just another part of the game.
I wasn't under the simulation every day like I had been in the past. Now, it was only twice a week, a testament to the progress I had made. Luis had trained me well, honing my skills to perfection.
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