BEE_sylver
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109
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187.0 K
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The next morning, Elishia awoke to the sound of a familiar voice—Dr. Chen's. But it wasn't his usual measured tone. This was sharp, agitated, cutting through the morning quiet like a blade. Groggily, she rubbed her eyes and turned her head to look at the clock. 9:00 AM. The numbers glowed accusingly in the dim light filtering through her curtains. She was about to roll back under the covers, seeking refuge in the warmth of her blankets, when her body froze. "What?? You're going out?!" Dr.…-
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“Huff… huff… wait, slow down.” Elishia was chasing her breath while practically being dragged by Mark, his grip locked tightly around her right hand. They wove through narrow alleys like fugitives, shadows dancing across weathered brick walls. “Sorry, Princess, can’t afford to. Or we’ll miss our ship,” Mark replied in a tight voice, not once loosening his hold. “Ship? What ship?” she asked, puzzled, still reeling from the chaos that had unfolded just hours ago. “A ship,…
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Inside a half-finished construction building on the eastern side of the city—now long abandoned due to legal and financial disputes—the wind whistled through broken windows and exposed beams. Rusted scaffolding creaked with age, while dust settled thick on the concrete floor. A man stood tall by one of the cracked windows, his broad back cloaked in shadow. The city lights below flickered like dying stars as he held a phone to his ear, voice low and clipped—gruff and businesslike, yet laced with…
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As they boarded the small boat along with other passengers to the City Center harbor, Elishia couldn't help but take in deep breaths, as she felt her heart might explode at that moment. It was beating too fast and she knew Mark could tell by their clasped hands—perhaps that's why he was holding it so tight, as if constantly reassuring her that everything would be alright. Elishia looked at the undulating waves as the boat drove away from the port. She's leaving. She's really, truly going back. Elishia…
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The forest thinned as the chase pushed northwest, the dense canopy gradually giving way to scattered pines. Through the gaps in the trees, moonlight painted silver streaks across the undergrowth. A few kilometers ahead was the main road. But between the Twin Fangs and their target stood two shadows that refused to yield. Tross deflected another barrage of gunfire with a sweeping arc of his broadsword, the blade singing as bullets ricocheted into the darkness. Despite the weapon's considerable…
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The suite was far more luxurious than anything Elishia had ever experienced. A large porthole window with polished brass fittings offered a breathtaking view of the ocean, the water stretching endlessly beneath a sky scattered with stars, the moon casting a silvery path across the dark waves. A queen-sized bed dominated the center of the room, its cream-colored linens looking impossibly soft and inviting. To the side sat a plush sitting area with velvet chairs, a small bar stocked with crystal decanters,…
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The scent of burnt coffee clung to her sweater like regret.Elishia Melaina leaned against the café counter, stifling a yawn as the clock above the register blinked 8:56 PM. Four minutes to closing. She could already feel the blisters forming on the backs of her heels, her worn-out shoes offering no mercy. The café was nearly empty, save for a quiet couple in the corner whispering over two cups of half-drunk lattes.Four more minutes, she thought, watching the second hand crawl around the clock face. Then…
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The warehouse was quiet—but not silent. Muted voices filtered in from the main room. Calm, calculated. The kind of stillness before a transaction, not a rescue. A few girls whimpered softly behind their gags, while others trembled so hard their skin audibly rubbed against the concrete. Elishia strained to hear past the curtain, her pulse hammering against her eardrums. What are they saying? What's happening out there? Then Chad's voice rang out, clear and commanding, cutting through the atmosphere…
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No one spoke. Only the sounds of muffled crying filled the cold air—sharp, panicked breathing and the occasional choked sob from one of the other girls being dragged through the docking platform. Elishia knelt where Mark had dropped her, her sobs reduced to sharp gasps now. The worst had passed—tears had run dry, but her mind was still in pieces. Get up, she told herself. Think. There has to be a way out. There's always a way out. But even as she thought it, she knew it was desperation talking. The…
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Five minutes passed. They didn't feel like five. They felt like a lifetime—stretched thin across sobs, prayers, and the shuffle of bound bodies trying not to fall apart. This isn't real, Elishia thought, her mind cycling through the same desperate denial it had been clinging to for hours. This can't be real. People like me don't just disappear. Someone will notice. Someone will come. But even as the thoughts formed, she knew they were lies. Who would notice? Her landlord, when the rent came due? The…
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Elishia sat perfectly still—legs curled beneath her, wrists bound behind her back, the dull throb of fear humming beneath her skin like a live wire. The girls around her had all been gagged again after their brief moment of consciousness. Rough cloth strips tied tight enough to leave marks. Some whimpered softly through the fabric, the sound muffled but heartbreaking. A few still sobbed openly, unable to hide their terror anymore. The redhead beside her—the one Joey had slapped—was breathing…
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She counted the seconds in her head, slow and steady. One. Two. Three— A sharp gasp cut through the stifling air, followed by sudden, violent rustling. Someone else had woken up. No, no, no, Elishia thought desperately. Stay quiet. Please stay quiet. The girl shifted, then jolted like she'd been electrocuted. "W-What—?! W-Where am I?! What the hell is this?!" Elishia inwardly flinched, her shoulders tensing involuntarily under the rough sack. This is going to go badly. Very, very…
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Then she heard it. The measured thud of boots on concrete, each step drawing closer through the plastic curtain. Elishia's breath caught in her throat. Is it... my turn? She lifted her head slowly, her neck stiff from hours of keeping it bowed. The holding room, once filled with the huddled forms of other girls, had thinned out dramatically until there was no one left. The concrete floor stretched wider now, marked only by the faint impressions where bodies had pressed against it. Was she the last…
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