An Embered Return To Darkness

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Warning: Dear Readers, This chapter contains intense and graphic scenes that depict brutal torture and violence. It explores deeply painful themes, including physical and psychological suffering, and contains vivid descriptions of blood and injury. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

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Chapter 34: (Aaira's pov)
8 August, 2025

The sharp sting of cold water jolted me awake. My eyes fluttered open to find myself in a dimly lit room, bound to a wooden chair. Panic surged through me as I tried to move, only to realize my wrists and ankles were securely tied with rough, thick ropes.

I was glad that it was not the nails again, but the room was old and decrepit, with cobwebs clinging to the corners and a musty smell pervading the air. I hated being here, i started crying as i tried to pull my hand away from the chair, chains after chains tied up to my hands, made a web like shape.

I turned my head, struggling against the restraints, to see the old man standing before me, he lit a cigarette for himself as he started to puff at it. His face, gaunt and lined with years of cruelty, twisted into a sinister smile.

Old man: Welcome back home, Aaira.

He said with a chilling calmness. I let out a scream, my voice echoing off the walls.

Aaira: Let me go! What do you want from me?

The old man's smile widened.

Old man: You made a grave mistake walking out of Ian's house. That man would never know when you die now.

Fear and confusion gripped me. How he found me, i remember I was at my residence.

Aaira: How did you find me? How did you know where I was?

The old man's eyes gleamed with malevolent satisfaction.

Old man: I've been keeping an eye on you ever since you were at his home. You didn't think you could escape our reach so easily, did you?

The realization hit me like a cold wave. They had been tracking me, watching my every move. The very idea that they had monitored my interactions with Ian and Azura sent a shiver down my spine.

Aaira: What do you want from me?

I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady despite the rising panic. The old man took a few more drags of his cigarette, the acrid smoke curling in the dim light before he flicked it aside.

His eyes narrowed with a cruel delight as he approached me, his hands reaching out in a manner that made my skin crawl. The ember glowed briefly before it went out. His eyes, dark and cruel, locked onto me as he approached. His presence was menacing, and his intentions became horrifyingly clear.

I watched in terror as his hands reached out, touching me in ways that filled me with a deep sense of dread. His fingers traced along my arms and shoulders, moving down to my chest and abdomen with a disturbing familiarity.

His touch was cold and repulsive, each caress only intensifying my fear. I squirmed in my restraints, trying to pull away, but the ropes were unforgiving. I screamed for Jungkook.

Aaira: Jungkook !

I started to breathe heavily.

Aaira: Jungkook!

Old man: He's not going to come to you, little kitten.

I started to pull my hands from the chair more desperately, as tears streamed down my face.

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