"Golden Melody" is a tale of love, dreams, and resilience, exploring the power of music and memory as Zatariel fights to bring back the melody of their hearts amidst the challenges they face.
Will their shared passion for music be enough to bridge...
I woke up to the biting chill of the wet and sticky floor.
My whole body ached, every muscle screaming in protest.
My hands and feet were tied, the rough ropes digging into my skin. I tried to move, but a wave of nausea washed over me, and I slumped back onto the cold, damp floor.
The taste of blood filled my mouth, a metallic tang that mingled with the acrid smell of smoke.
The open door revealed Thyron standing beside Mr. Hamilton, their faces contorted with rage.
A hulking figure grabbed my hair, yanking me up, my head snapping back, my vision blurring. The rough concrete floor pressed against my cheek, scraping my skin.
"That's for being a sneaky brat!" Mr. Hamilton roared, his voice a guttural growl.
His fist connected with my jaw, sending a shockwave of pain through my head. I tasted blood, a metallic tang that filled my mouth. He rained down blows, each one a hammer blow to my body, my face, my spirit. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and fear.
"You think you're so smart, huh? Outsmarting me at my own casino? Bluffing me with worthless chips? You think you can just waltz in, deceive me, and walk away?" Mr. Hamilton spat, his voice laced with venom, his eyes burning with a rage that threatened to consume him.
I felt a searing pain in my ribs as the man threw me to the side, his foot connecting with my stomach, the air knocked out of my lungs. I gasped for breath, my vision blurring. The concrete floor pressed against my back, cold and unforgiving.
Thyron stood over me, his face twisted with hatred. He kicked me again and again, his boots slamming into my ribs, my stomach, my head.
Each blow sent a fresh wave of pain through my body. The world spun, the sound of his boots hitting my flesh a sickening rhythm.
"You touched her! You bastard!" Thyron snarled, his voice dripping with venomous rage. "Taking what's rightfully mine is unforgivable! I will never let you off easy for this! I'll definitely kill you!"
"You think you can just take her away from me?" his voice is a low growl. "She's mine! She's always been mine!"
He punched me, his fist connecting with my jaw, my cheek, my stomach. I felt my body shutting down, my vision fading, my consciousness slipping away. The pain was overwhelming, a constant, throbbing ache that threatened to consume me.
But then, I heard sobs, a familiar voice calling my name. "RIEL! RIEL! RIEL! SORRY! SORRY! DON'T DIE, PLEASE! LET ME GO!"
Mimi! She was here!
"Ri-eel! Please, I won! I won!"
I tried to move, to reach out to her, but Thyron kicked me again, sending a fresh wave of pain through my body. I felt someone behind me, tying me to a chair, the rough ropes cutting into my skin. Then, I felt her arms around me, her body pressed against mine.
"Riel! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I love you, Riel-"
My throat felt raw, and I couldn't speak.
The world blurred around me, but Miexha's screams cut through the pain, sharp and clear.
I saw them, masked figures, their movements swift and precise.
A wave of nausea washed over me as I watched the needle plunge into her arm.
"Three Alphas in the room," a voice hissed, the words laced with venom. "We'll now begin the project."
Then, a familiar figure, a shadow from my past, emerged from the darkness. I can't tell who.
He grabbed Miexha's hair, his grip tight.
He tore her clothes, his movements brutal,
Then I heard Thyron scream "This wasn't part of the deal!" he shouted.
I wanted to scream too, to move, to fight, but my body was paralyzed, my strength drained.
I had to save her! She looked so terrified, her eyes wide with fear, her face contorted in agony. "No!" she screamed, her voice a high-pitched wail. "Stop! It hurts!"
Thyron's voice was a desperate plea. "Don't hurt her! Don't hurt her!"
My vision blurred further, the world a swirling mess of shadows and light. All I could see was the monstrous figure looming over Mimi, his hands moving with a chilling precision. I could hear her sobs, muffled by the pain, the terror.
"Hurry, he's here, he might be alone but he's powerful" a voice, cold and emotionless, pierced through the haze. "That damn royal always interferes with us, let's go. "
Darkness swallowed me whole. I could see nothing, hear nothing. All I felt was the searing heat of the fire, the suffocating smoke filling my lungs.
"ZAAAAT, Anak! Open your eyes please-"
The last thing I heard was the desperate plea of my father, his voice choked with grief, his words echoing in the darkness...
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