*This chapter contains sexual content so if you’re underage or uncomfortable with sexual acts, this is your warning, the book is also rated mature and has a warning in the prologue*
This chapter includes two chapters. I merged them to finish 1/4 of this story. I know I rarely update because of my busy schedule but I will definitely try to update a chapter at least weekly.
*This time I need at least 400+ comments!*
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In the grand play of life, none are wholly evil, nor purely good. We all dance to the tune of fate’s complex melody, our actions a blend of shadow and light.
I took a slow, deliberate sip of my whiskey, the liquid burned a path down my throat, a familiar warmth that seemed to illuminate the shadows of the room. My eyes narrowed as they fell upon the figure before me. There she was, the latest acquisition for the Bratva family’s ever-growing art collection.
Fully restrained by an intricate iron chain that hugged her slender form, she was a picture of vulnerability and defiance. The flickering candlelight danced across her skin, each curve and contouring a silent scream for freedom that I found both mesmerizing and amusing.
“I’m the night itself. And in the embrace of darkness, there is no corner where you can hide from me,” I murmured to myself, the sound of my voice a stark contrast to the silence that had descended upon the space.
The air was thick with the scent of fear, a scent that had become as natural to me as the cologne that clung to my skin. I set my glass down with a gentle tap on the polished mahogany of my desk, the sound reverberating through the calm space. The flaming torches on the walls cast flickering shadows on her face, revealing a mix of defiance and terror.
I strode towards her, the sound of my leather shoes a rhythmic beat on the cold stone floor. Each step brought me closer to the trembling, fragile body. “Tell me,” I began, my tone conversational, yet filled with the weight of a thousand unspoken threats, “do you know why you’re here?”
The chain rattled as she struggled against her bonds, the metal biting into her skin. Her eyes, once filled with hope, now blazed with a fiery determination that only made me more intrigued. “I don’t know!” she spat, her voice shaking with the effort to sound strong. “I have not done anything!”
I stepped back, a hint of a mere twitch playing on my lips as I gestured towards my first commandos. Her body went still, the fight draining from her. I could almost see the cogs in her mind turning, trying to piece together what I knew and what she thought she knew. It was a dance, a deadly ballet, and she had yet to realize she was dancing with the conductor of her fate.
Luna approached her, causing her to shudder because she was well aware that Luna might coerce her into disclosing information she didn’t want to, and Luna’s approach would be anything but humane. “Jenna—” Luna called out her name, knelt in front of Jenna, and compelled her to glance at the large screen in front by grabbing her hair. “She no longer remembers what she did, Lev. Now demonstrate to her what she accomplished.”
