The Hockey Star’s Remorse

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I awoke to a throbbing pain in my head, a persistent ache that pulsed with the remnants of whatever drug they had injected me with. My vision swam in and out of focus, the room a hazy, unfamiliar blur. Panic gripped me as I struggled to make sense of my surroundings.

As awareness trickled in, I found myself lying on a plush couch in a dimly lit room. My head throbbed, the remnants of the drug’s effects lingering, and my vision remained clouded, as if veiled by a dense fog.

The unfamiliar surroundings heightened my sense of disorientation. Panic surged within me as I struggled to make sense of where I was. This wasn’t Bruce’s place, and the realization shattered the fragile hope I’d clung to moments ago.

My suspicions about Bruce dissipated, replaced by a chilling certainty that I was ensnared in someone’s trap entirely.

The sound of heels clicking on tiled floors snapped me out of my spiraling thoughts. Stella emerged from the shadows, her posture relaxed and a smug smirk gracing her lips.

“Hello, Evie,” she purred, her voice laced with an unsettling satisfaction. “Had a nice nap?”

I tried to sit up, but my body felt heavy, as if weighted down by invisible chains. Fear clawed at my chest as I struggled to lift my limbs. “What have you done to me?” I demanded, my voice trembling.

Stella’s facade of innocence sent a chill down my spine. “Me? Oh, I’ve done nothing but enjoy your company, Evie. You’re such a fascinating person.”

The unnerving calmness in her demeanor only fueled my anxiety. “Stop playing games, Stella! What do you want from me?”

Her laughter echoed in the room, a hollow sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Oh, Evie, you’re in for quite a ride. But I assure you, you’ll understand soon enough.”

I struggled to push past the fog clouding my thoughts, trying to piece together the events that led me here. But the haze persisted, obscuring my memories like a veil.

“Where am I?” I demanded, my voice betraying a hint of desperation.

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at her. “Are you serious? What the hell is

eyebrow. “I’d watch your tone if I were you. I may be accommodating, but I’m

mood.”

stomach intensified. “Why am I here? What’s

revealing a glint of something unsettling behind her facade. “Oh, my dear, this isn’t a game. This is the consequences of

“Let me go! This is disgusting, even for

that highly of me, Evie, You never had an ounce of respect for me, and you showed it time and

me as I realized the depth of my entanglement in whatever sinister plot Stella had woven. Memories surged forward–Stella’s unexpected appearance, the drink, the limo ride–all pieces of

whatever happened between us… between you and Timothy, it’s in the past,” I pleaded, my voice trembling. “We can find a way out of this.”

gaze remained steely, unfaltering. “Apologies have run their course, Evie. There’s no turning back now.

her words sending a chill down my spine. “Plans? What do you mean?” I pressed,

with a shaking finger. “I’m going to take it all from you. Everything you stole from me and everyone else that’s come in your destructive path, because you

I was hearing. “Are you serious?

word hang in the air between us.

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“Stella, please…”

into a twisted smile. “It would be rude

up, my muscles protesting against the lingering effects of whatever drug had rendered me powerless. “What

sudden coldness grazed the back of my head, sending a shiver down my spine. Fear coiled within me,

a chilling glint in her eyes. “I’m not

out, my voice barely audible.

her tone casual as she walked toward me. “Don’t

lips trembled. “I–Is that a gun? Please, let me go, Stella! I didn’t mean

pierced the air, a haunting melody that sent shivers down my spine. “Hurt? Oh, Evie, I’m not hurting anymore. I’m

each passing moment intensifying the suffocating grip of dread.

welling in my eyes. “There’s still a chance

her eyes. “What’s right, Evie, is me getting justice. You like to boast about “justice” a lot, but

once more, my voice hoarse. “There has to be

resolute. “Oh, Evie, you always had a way of making a mess of things. After that day in the hospital, after what you said about someone being

mulling over the memories from that day. I guess I had admitted it

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