Chapter 13

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Ava

I opened my eyes, my head pounding, and found myself in a dark, confined space. Panic rose within me as I struggled to move my hands, but they were bound.

"Ciao, sweetheart," a cold voice greeted me.

"Aaron," I gasped weakly, fear gripping my heart.

"Yes," he replied, a sinister edge in his tone.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I managed to croak out.

"I'm the one here to ask the questions. Tell me, sweetheart—what was your mother's name?"

He brandished a small knife, the blade glinting ominously in the dim light.

"Aaron, please..." I begged, my voice trembling.

"Wrong answer," he said, his voice devoid of empathy.

Without warning, he pressed the knife into my arm, a sharp pain igniting as he began to dig. "Answer the question," he demanded.

"Anne... ahhhh..." I cried out, the agony overwhelming.

"Anne what, sweetheart?" he pressed, his tone chillingly calm.

"Anne Tobias Morozov!" I blurted, desperation colouring my words.

He paused, a twisted satisfaction flickering across his face. "Good girl. Now we can have some fun."

I felt a surge of dread wash over me as I realized the nightmare was only beginning

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