PAWN IN A DEADLY GAME
Kylie pov
The house loomed like a ghost, shrouded in darkness and smoke, its walls whispering secrets of pain and suffering. I was chained to a metal chair, my wrists raw from struggling. Every breath felt like a battle, the damp air heavy with the smell of decay. I couldn’t believe I was here, a pawn in a twisted game I didn’t want to play.
Miranda waltzed in, her presence filling the room with an unsettling energy. She moved like a predator, confidence radiating from her. “Well, well, if it isn’t Lysander’s little bride again in her beautiful white and red wedding gown... tell me how that additional color feels,” she said, her voice dripping with malice. “I can’t wait to cut off your neck right in front of your so-called savior. How poetic, don’t you think?”
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