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UNKNOWN: Because if you tell him, he’ll never catch me. And your dirty sins will be out for the world to witness, Nyra.

Of course, he called my bluff.

He also had the nerve to threaten me with my own words which I uttered to him that night; he can pick up the pieces of Riaan’s broken heart.

I can feel his arrogance through the phone. Hatred like never before burns in my veins. I never imagined someone could evoke such emotions in me, let alone my brother whom I respected.

It’s a crushing blow.

ME:Why do you hate me? Or Riaan?

I can’t help but ask because this sudden angst—though I saw coming—is giving me whiplash. Just how far did Riaan go to punish him? I understand he’s angry but this threatening side of him feels more vicious.

The Zain I knew was never this evil.

I want to break you…

The prickly feeling returns as I read those words over again. What if I can’t do as he demands? What if he truly wrecks me? How will I ever come back from that?

UNKNOWN:Keep me satisfied and your secret stays safe.

Until next time.

Zain is an unpredictable madman.

One I’m afraid I don’t stand a chance against.

Chapter Fourteen

NYRA

Staring at the ceiling as I lay down on my bed, I will for sleep to come, just so I can escape my reality for a few hours. But it’s like my body is detached from my mind and doesn’t want to listen.

My tormentor is punishing me by keeping me awake so I can’t forget our earlier conversation.

Because it’s all I can think about, playing in an endless loop while making me feel like I’m trapped in hell.

A sardonic laugh spills from my lips at the irony. Nighttime always used to be my favorite while growing up.

Ever since I could remember, I have always been a night owl. Something about the dark, the soft moonlight and the tiny stars, calmed me down. I could let down my walls while the rest of the world slept. My burning desires that I kept buried the whole day could finally come out to play when the darkness arrives.

I could whisper his name without the fear of someone hearing me.

No one can hold back the smile that graced my lips as I whispered all the dirty deeds I wished he did to me in the dark.

It felt so freeing.

Delicious.

Intoxicating.

My nights were my safe haven but not anymore. The exciting feeling that would build in my chest as I lay awake, stealing my senses, has now vanished, replacing it with entrapment. Instead of a solace for my desire, it has become a refuge for my demons.

Demons created by someone I trusted.

Someone who should have been my protector.

My haven has now become my inescapable prison. I feel as if invisible chains are holding me down. It hurts to admit that sometimes, I wish I never woke up. I won’t have to worry about my turbulent future, the misery I have caused the people I love if I ceased to exist. All of it would end if I’m not here anymore.

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