Soulbound (Part 1)

Chapter (15)

The Knife's Curse

Emily stepped off the bus and into a new town. She found a cheap motel and checked in, using the woman's name and credit card. She needed a place to lay low, to figure out her next move.

But something was off. As she lay in bed that night, she felt a presence in the room. Something dark and
malevolent. It was watching her.

Emily tried to ignore it, but it wouldn't leave her alone. She couldn't sleep. She couldn't eat. And then the nightmares started.

Emily woke up screaming one night, her heart racing and her body drenched in sweat. She sat up in bed, panting for breath, and turned on the light. But there was nothing there. No one had broken in. It was all
in her head.

Or was it?

Emily stood up and paced the room, her mind racing. She couldn't escape the feeling that something was following her, something that wanted to destroy her.

She reached for her knife, which she'd stashed under the pillow. It was her only protection.

Emily sat on the edge of the bed, the knife clutched tightly in her hand. She knew it was only a matter of time before whatever was haunting her would make its move.

She needed to end this. She needed to take back control.

Emily stood up and walked over to the mirror. She studied her reflection, her eyes wild and unhinged. She looked like a madwoman. But she didn't care.
She raised the knife to her throat. It was time to end this.

Emily closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slid the knife across her throat. Blood gushed from the wound, and she collapsed to the ground, her vision fading.

But the darkness wasn't done with her yet. As she lay there, dying, she felt something tugging at her soul. Something was trying to pull her into the darkness.
Emily resisted with every ounce of strength she had left. But it was no use.

Emily's soul was ripped from her body, and she was plunged into a darkness that consumed her. She was lost in the void, drifting aimlessly for what felt like an eternity.

Then, suddenly, she felt something pulling her back. A light, shining through the darkness.
Emily reached for the light, desperate to escape the void. But as she grasped for it, she realized it wasn't a light at all.

It was a knife. A knife that was now cutting into her soul. Emily screamed in agony as she was ripped apart, piece by piece, by the same blade that had ended her life.

And then, she saw it. A face, twisted and vile, laughing at her torment.

It was the face of Sophia. Sophia's ghostly visage watched as Emily was shredded to pieces.
And then, there was nothing but darkness.

But Emily's story didn't end there. Her tormented soul was now bound to the very knife that had ended her life. And she was filled with a rage and a hunger for revenge.

As the years passed, the knife changed hands, passed from owner to owner, each unaware of the spirit that lay dormant within.

Until one day, the knife was picked up by a young woman named Hannah... Will the dark entity still come into this new world? I guess you'll to have to find out