Bonds

Chapter Izo

-Maya’s POV-

My head felt like a hollow shell, devoid of any thoughts or memories. The very concept of death, something I’d always pushed to the back of my mind, was now a terrifying reality I couldn’t escape.

Would it be like this?

My soul leaving my body, a helpless observer as my physical form grew cold and lifeless?

The inside of my skull was a vast emptiness, yet a searing pain pulsed through my body, so intense it threatened to consume me whole.

Was this it?

Was this what death felt like?

Had I finally received the answer to a question I hadn’t dared to ask myself before?

Then, a noxious stench, sharp and acrid, invaded my senses, snapping me back to a semblance of awareness. It filled the void in my mind, forcing reality back into focus. The hospital. The drive to the airport. The sickening crunch of metal as our car collided with another. The concrete wall looming impossibly close… and then, darkness.

My eyes flew open, a scream tearing from my throat. “Ivy! Nate!

Panic surged through me as I tried to sit up, but my body wouldn’t obey. I was strapped tightly to a rickety wooden chair, my arms and legs secured with rough rope that bit into my skin. Fear, cold and primal, clawed at my throat.

Where was I?

What was happening?

I renewed my struggles, desperate to break free. But with each strained movement, a wave of weakness washed over me. My breath hitched in my throat, and I screamed again, my voice hoarse and raw. “Ivy! Nate! Someone please! Who’s there? Where are my children? Let me go!”

focus, the source of the putrid smell becoming horrifyingly clear. I was in a cramped,dimly lit room, the air thick with the stench of sewage and decay. Rough, damp stone formed the walls, and the floor was slick with a layer of grime. A single, flickering bulb cast an eerie orange glow, illuminating the scene

their movements jerky and unsettling. Exposed pipes snaked along the walls, dripping with condensation that pattered onto the floor in a rhythmic counterpoint to the

embedded in the walls, some dangling ominously empty, others bearing the weight of heavy shackles. The room was an absolute nightmare, a place reeking of dampness, despair, and

Who had taken me? Most importantly, where were the twins? The thought

But the familiar presence was numb. She was there, trapped within my own head, unable to respond, just like she had been for the past

my voice echoing off the stone walls, a pathetic sound

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dripping water and the frantic

sliced through the oppressive silence, making me jump.

towards the sound, and in the flickering light and I saw Adrian standing in

now! Where are my

with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Stop the shouting.

twisted game this is to get back at Alex, leave me

spread across his face. “Ah, there it is. The good old Alex finally gets a mention. How’s my dear old friend doing these days? Public enemy number one, I

long buried by fear and desperation, flickered to life in my mind. “It was you! You sent the footage! You told them

the world. You were too busy chasing after

his jab, I pressed on, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and fury. “Were you the one

to blackmail. Alex is the

why this? Why kidnap me? Where are the twins?” My mind raced, desperately searching for an escape plan, anything to get out

me as if he was studying some fascinating specimen. “I can’t believe

and let me go! If you have some sick revenge plot with Alex, take it up with

here, Amaya. I’m just here to enjoy the show,” he added with a theatrical flourish, “Besides I always give

and screw whatever this is all about! Let me go right now! I’m

a chilling amusement, a promise of something dark and twisted.