NovelEnglishChapter 158 Someone puthere, boundto this table, and leftalone in this stinking, freezing space. But why? And how long do I have before they cback? Before Rhett returns and finishes what he started? In the flickering half-light, I open my eyes again, the shadows seeming darker, sharper, as I stare up at the bare bulb. A single thought takes shape in my mind, cold and clear, cutting through the panic with an icy certainty: I need to get out of here. Now.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI strain against the bonds, twisting my wrists and ankles, searching for any weakness. The restraints bite into my skin, metal and leather digging in with each attempt to pull free. My heart pounds faster as I realize just how tight they've been fastened, as if whoever puthere knew I'd fight. I close my eyes, trying to reach for my wolf, hoping to shift, to force my way out of this, but there's... nothing. A hollow absence. It's as though she's been locked away, cut off from me, leavingmore vulnerable than I've ever felt.
Panic surges, sharp and hot, and my mind is a foggy mess, memories swirling and tangling like smoke. I try to grasp at them, to piece together how I ended up here, but each attempt sends a fresh wave of pain slicing through my skull, sharp and relentless. I force myself to slow my breathing, to focus, even as nausea threatens to overwhelm me. Inhale. Exhale. Think through the pain, through the panic. I can't afford to lose control now. Lopen my eyes and force myself to study the room, my gaze ||| 0 < Chapter 158 1288 Vouchers moving over every detail despite the fear clawing at my insides. The walls are bare concrete, rough and stained with dark streaks I hope are only water damage but suspect are something else. There are no windows-just cold, gray walls enclosingin a box. One heavy metal door stands on the far side, its surface marred with patches of rust that look like dried blood under the flickering light. A steel slab in the middle of an industrial dungeon. This isn't anywhere I've seen before. It's definitely not the packhouse, or any place familiar to me.
The dim, swinging light above casts my shadow on the wall, a distorted silhouette stretched and twisted, mocking my helplessness. As it sways, my shadow seems to writhe, a dark echo of my trapped form, shifting and swaying as I struggle to free my wrists. A chill runs down my spine, a sense of dread settling deeper into my bones. This room wasn't designed for comfort-that much is clear. No, this room was designed to hold someone, to keep them trapped and alone. To break them.
Before I can fully process my situation, raised voices echo from somewhere beyond the walls, slicing through the oppressive silence. My heart leaps into my throat, my pulse quickening as I strain my ears, trying to catch every word. Twisting on the metal table, I tilt my head, scanning the walls until I spot a small vent high up, barely visible in the shadows. The voices must be carrying through it, distorted but unmistakable. I hold my breath, listening intently.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Rhett, you can't be serious!" a woman's voice snaps, laced with fury. Bianca. I recognize her tone, sharp and biting, each word filled with contempt. "You think marking her is the answer?" 37.67% (+ ||| O < Chapter 158 1288 Vouchers
My blood runs cold. Marking? The word hitslike a slap, and a flood of fear surges throughMarking isn't just a claim it's a violation, a forced bond. My body goes rigid at the thought, and bile rises in my throat again, a mix of fear and disgust.
There's a pause, then Rhett's voice, low and dangerous, filters through the vent. “She's more useful this way, Bianca. A marked mate won't have any choice but to obey. She'll fall in line, or she'll suffer for it." His tone is calm, calculated, as though he's discussing nothing more serious than a business deal.
I twist my wrists harder, ignoring the bite of metal against my skin as adrenaline surges through me. The thought of being marked by Rhett, of being bound to him in a way that strips away my freedom, ignites a new form of terror.
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