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I whipped my head back and forth as I shook it, emptying my mind of anything and everything I could.

I repeated the lies in my mind, attempting to believe them.

“I’m sorry!” Yara screamed. “I’m so sorry Izzy. I love you!”

Her terror, her agony, her sadness. It broke through my mantra. It ate me alive. I wanted nothing more than to save her at this moment.

But I was helpless. Just like I had been with Sebastian.

I knew Maddox, Oliver, and Emilio would come for me. But would it be too late?

My dad grunted in pain and I whipped my eyes open.

James fought against his captors, but just like before, it was fruitless. “I will see you again, we both will. I love you, I never stopped looking for you.”

“I love you too.” I spoke the words to both of them, turning to get one final look at my best friend.

“Oh shut the fuck up!” Stephen lost his cool and the last I felt was the hard metal of a gun hitting me against the back of my head—that's going to leave a mark—before the world went dark again.

Chapter 25

Izzy

Agony. I am in pain. Everything hurts.

It was in this moment, on the cusp of being awake and still asleep, I realized how much I enjoyed waking up on fingers as opposed to…

Whatever the fuck this was.

That’s it Izzy, cope through your trauma with humor. Laugh so you can’t cry.

Because all I wanted was to break down. My head was throbbing a beat to my heart, my mouth tasted like tuna salad that had been left on the counter for a week, and my arms werenumb, tingling with phantom pain.

They were tied down again. Except this time, it was just my wrists tied, extending on each side of me, and instead of on a chair, the surface beneath me was soft.

A bed.

Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.

The mattress shifted before a hot weight pressed down onto my chest, constricting my air.

It was time, I couldn’t delay this reality any longer.

I opened my eyes.

And I screamed.

Sebastian? How?

“Hear that men? She’s scared at just the sight of me. Or perhaps it’s because you think you’re seeing a ghost?”

Black treacherous eyes, hair just as dark but touched in grey that fell in waves into his face as he swooped down, his mouth centimeters from mine. He paused before touching me, his lips tugged up into a sinister smile before leaning back and headbutting me with all his might.

The pressure was a thousand explosions of fireworks ricocheting around my skull. Lights danced throughout my vision. I felt the heavy tendrils of subconsciousness pull me back into its depths, but I couldn’t allow it.

I didn’t want to wake up to these men fucking me or doing whatever the fuck they would do. Or what if I didn’t wake up at all? What if I just died?

Shutting down that line of thought, I tugged at my restraints again. My right wrist didn’t budge, but my left one?

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