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Sophia’s POV
I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the wall, my mind racing with everything that had happened. It was late, but I couldn’t sleep. My body felt like it was vibrating with anxiety, and every time I closed my eyes, I saw Jenny’s face—the fear, the confusion, the hurt. She didn’t want this. She never asked for it, and now her entire life had been ripped apart in the worst possible way.
A soft knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. I knew it was Jenny before I even opened it. She stood there, looking small and fragile in the doorway, her eyes red and puffy from crying.
“Can I come in?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Of course.” I stepped aside, letting her into the room. She moved slowly, like she wasn’t sure what to do with herself. When she sat down on the bed, I joined her, the silence between us heavy.
For a long time, neither of us spoke. We didn’t have to. I could feel her pain, the weight of it pressing down on both of us. She kept her eyes down, staring at her hands as if they belonged to someone else, like she didn’t recognize herself anymore.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Jenny… I’m so sorry this happened to you.”
She flinched, and I immediately regretted saying anything. I wanted to help, to make this better, but there were no words that could fix what had been done to her.
“It’s not your fault,” she murmured, but I could hear the strain in her voice. “You didn’t do this to me.”
“No, but I feel like I should have protected you. I should have—”
“What?” She cut me off, her voice rising slightly. “How could you have protected me from this, Sophia? From being kidnapped and turned into something I never wanted to be? There’s nothing you could’ve done.”
Her words stung, but I knew she was right. Still, the guilt was heavy in my chest. I should have been there for her, should have known something was wrong. Instead, she was taken and forced into this life—a life she despised, one that had taken everything from her.
“I hate it,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I hate what I am now.”
Tears welled in her eyes, and I felt my own throat tighten in response. I reached for her hand, squeezing it gently, trying to offer whatever comfort I could. “I know, Jenny. I hate it too.”
She shook her head, biting her lip as she fought back the tears. “I don’t know how to be this. I don’t want to be this.”
“I’ll help you,” I said, my voice firm, even though I wasn’t sure how. “You’re not alone in this. We’ll figure it out together.”
She looked at me then, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. “It’s not fair. I didn’t ask for any of this. I never wanted to be part of your world. I was happy being normal. And now… now I’m a monster.”
“You’re not a monster,” I said quickly, my heart aching at the pain in her voice. “You’re still you, Jenny. You’re still my best friend.”
“But I don’t feel like me,” she whispered, her gaze dropping again. “I feel… different. Like there’s something dark inside me now. And I’m scared.”
I swallowed hard, fighting back my own tears. I didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to make her feel better when I could barely understand my own situation. I had gone through my own transformation, but at least I had Ian. I had someone who understood what I was going through. Jenny had been thrown into this without warning, without any kind of support, and it was killing me to see her like this.
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