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Roger
"Thought you could stop me, did you?" Isaac sneers, his breath hot on my face. “You've been a problem from the start, but now it ends.”
I refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing me waver. "Go to hell.”
"Maybe I will." His mouth forms a twisted grin. "But not before you."
And just like that, the world slows to a crawl, the screams and clashes around us fading into the background.
I focus on the pulsating vein in Isaac's temple, beating like a metronome to the chaotic symphony around us. The heat is suffocating with smells of sweat, fear, and blood. It burns my nostrils with each breath. There's a certain irony in this moment—the maniac who has hijacked this cruise ship is now holding me hostage. How this plays out makes all the difference. Not just for me, but for every
