" 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐲"
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𝐑𝐚𝐲𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐲𝐞𝐝 :
a billionaire with insomnia.
something's happened to the sunshine guy in the past 2 years that left him with a...
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— ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧ Sehmat's Pov :
with a different level of haze and blurriness I tried opening my eyes, it felt so dizzy the faint smell of the toxic chemical chloroform.
my eyes opened clearly this time after a lot of tries and my heart started thudding crazily in my chest, fear consumed me and my breath got caught in my throat as I gazed at my surroundings.
the same room.
the mirror in front of me.
the bed.
My eyes fell on my hands, which were tied together on one side of the bed, while I gazed at Nimra, who lay still unconscious. Her hands were bound to the other side of the bed, and our legs were securely tied as well. The room was dimly lit, casting shadows on the walls.
why are we here?
did he bring us?
did he kidnap us?
IS HE BACK?!!!!
no no no that can't happen, he is in jail, no!
" Nimra" I whisper yelled wanting her to wake up but she didn't move.
" nimraaaaaa" I whispered again as panic started to settle inside me. I wriggled and moved meanwhile my stomach started churning with anxiety.
what's this that's happening ?
please take me to Rayyan!
Where is he? Oh That bastard must be busy beating Kamil to a pulp. My heart raced faster with each passing second as pessimistic thoughts flooded my mind.
I attempted to wake Nimra again, but her unconsciousness knew no bounds. Tears welled up in my eyes, and terror gripped me.
Are we back to this? Back to hell? The same old cycle of abuse? Wasn't he arrested? He can't just reappear out of nowhere! But if it's not him, then how did we end up here? What's going on? I can't handle this anymore.
It's all too much for me to bear. My eyes locked onto the massive mirror in front of me. The mirror that I despise to the core.
The mirror that holds the darkest memories of my life. The mirror that fills me with thoughts of ending it all. Every time I see my reflection, I loathe myself because it reminds me of the abuse I endured right in front of it, paying the price for a life I never took.
My eyes welled up with tears, and my jaw clenched as I gazed into the mirror I could see the reflection of an unconscious Nimra in front of the mirror.
I was still, frozen, as I saw my own reflection. We are both bound here, the door is shut, and I can't even move, let alone escape.
" wake up Nimra" I called out again, her unconsciousness scaring me even more.
