~Lucienne~As I watched the crimson beads trickle down my arms, I looked back at the broken piece of the mirror, a lovely and contented smile gracing my lips while a strange sense of calm washed over me, numbing the pain and filling me with a quiet resolve. With each cut, I felt the weight of my suffering begin to lift as if I were shedding layers of my old self along with the blood that stained my skin.But just as I started to feel the pull of unconsciousness tugging at the edges of my mind, a sharp rap at the bathroom door shattered the fragile peace I had found.“Lucienne, open this door right now!” Daniel's voice was filled with fury, echoing off the tiled walls of the small bathroom.Ignoring his demands, I pressed the shard of glass deeper into my flesh, willing myself to bleed faster, to escape this nightmare once and for all. But the pain was a cruel reminder that I was still very much alive, trapped in a body that seemed determined to cling to life no matter how much I begge

~Lucienne~Daniel locked me in and then rushed out like he was being chased. Not like I cared but he could at least help me out of the handcuffs. “So you'd kill yourself again, yeah right,” my internal voice, the one I created to act like my wolf voiced out in my subconscious. “Well I need to set myself free,” I mumbled, then struggled to get off my feet. I knew he took the keys but there had to be other ways to unlock the cuffs. I glanced around the dimly lit room, searching desperately for anything that could help me escape these cursed handcuffs. My eyes landed on a small table in the corner, where a rusty old knife lay discarded. With a glimmer of hope, I limped over and picked it up, ignoring the pain shooting through my wounded leg."Maybe this will do the trick," I muttered to myself, clutching the knife tightly in my hand. With trembling fingers, I tried to maneuver the blade into the small crevice of the handcuff, hoping to pry it open. But no matter how hard I pushed and

Is it truly one's guilt that forces you to hell? Or is there a particular someone who watches us every single moment and reports our actions to the Moon Goddess? Are they the ones who judge us instead? “Over there girl,” Lucienne was pushed, her face and body with so much blood. She stood in front of the dark cave, the sounds of chains hitting the ground as the warden specified that this, right here was indeed her hell. “Go in,” He spat. “There's no going back to the land of the living. He is waiting to place his mark on you. Don't keep the Prince waiting…”~~~~~~~~~~~Lucienne~“Daniel please,” Became my chant day and night in this hell of mine. Who would've thought escaping from life itself wasn't enough to grant me peace? Who would have thought I would still come to meet my torturer, Daniel? “Go on, there's nothing you can do. You can't go back to the land of the living,” The warden pushed me again, but I shook my head. “Please, let me breathe. Let me take a rest before we begin

~~~~~~~~Sir, we have a problem,” the warden told the man who sat at the head chair, the ruler of this particular limbo some might call hell. “What is not now?” A grumpy tone filled the area. “If it's something useless, into the dungeon you go.”“It is subject A997, sir. We can't seem to touch her anymore.”“Explain,” The grumpy tone turned different and the warden explained how Lucienne began to become faint and invisible moments after her last torture sessions.“Rise,” The man ordered the warden who was on his knees, thinking he was the one who did something wrong. “It's the Moon Goddess’ doing. Find another soul to torture. I'll handle this.”~~~~~~~~~Killian's POVI sighed, bracing myself for the conversation I knew was coming. “Olivia, I told you not to call me anymore," I replied, trying to keep my tone even despite the annoyance bubbling within me."I know, but I couldn't help it. You've been so distant lately, Killian. I miss you," she whined, her voice dripping with false sw

~~~~~"leave subject A997. It seems she is to return to the mortal realm. I just hope she has enough zeal to do so..."~~~~~Killian's POVOlivia merely shrugged off my hand, her eyes blazing with fury. "Fine," she spat, turning on her heel and storming out of the cafe.As I watched Olivia's retreating figure, frustration and anger bubbled up inside me. Her behavior was completely unacceptable, and I knew I couldn't let it go unchecked.Turning back to Dr. Hayes, I offered her an apology. "I'm sorry you had to witness that, Dr. Hayes. Olivia can be… difficult."Dr. Hayes nodded sympathetically, her expression softening. "It's quite alright, Alpha Killian. I understand. Not to mention I deal with psycho patients." "Thank you for your understanding. I hope this hasn't soured our business."Dr. Hayes shook her head, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Not at all, Alpha Killian. I'm here to help Lucienne, regardless of any distractions."Relief flooded through me at her wor