The Revenge Chasing Me

THE REVENGE CHASING ME

Another scream shattered the silence of the night, echoing through the darkness that held them captive. There was no turning back. Pain seeped into their bones, dragging regret into the light. It felt as though suffering itself had chosen them, determined to destroy everything they were.

"You breathe because I allow it. You live because I permit it. There is no you, Ilya. You belong to me. Everything you are belongs to me."

He was pain.

Cold. Merciless. Untouchable.

"The cruelest death is the death of the soul."

And Ilya's soul had died long ago.

ILYA SOYKIR

The little victim of the flames.

Three months were enough to take everything from her. Her family was gone, and she had become a prisoner in the hands of a man who knew nothing of mercy. Death had become her only wish. Every tear she shed felt like a countdown to the fate already written for her.

ATEŞ KARAHANLI

The embodiment of vengeance.

Forged by suffering and raised by hatred, he carried a darkness that consumed everything in its path. Her cries echoed against the walls, desperate to escape him, but fate had already chosen its side.

And fate always obeyed him.

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