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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a casual air. “You’re in a

I scoffed, leering at her. “Are you serious? What the hell is

raised an eyebrow. “I’d watch your tone if I were you. I may be accommodating, but I’m not exactly in a

mood.”

sinking feeling in my stomach intensified. “Why am I here? What’s your game, Stella?”

glint of something unsettling behind her facade. “Oh, my dear, this isn’t a game. This is the consequences of your actions coming back to

“Let me go! This is

highly of me, Evie, You never had

coiled within 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 a puzzle that clicked

and Timothy, it’s in the past,” I pleaded, my voice trembling.

“Apologies have run their course, Evie.

sending a chill down my spine. “Plans? What do you

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 are one cold–calculate bitch, Evie Sinclair.”

face. I couldn’t even believe what I was hearing. “Are you serious? God, just let me go and we can

repeated, and she let the word hang in the air between us. Her eyes

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considering its meaning. “Because that would make things so much easier for you.”

“Stella, please…”

lips curled into a twisted smile. “It would be rude to leave before our company returns.”

against the lingering effects of whatever drug had rendered me powerless. “What do you mean

grazed the back of my head, sending a shiver down

chilling glint in her eyes. “I’m not the only one you’ve wronged, Evie.”

I choked out, my voice barely audible.

up and smoothed down her dress, her tone casual as she walked toward me. “Don’t

lips trembled. “I–Is that a gun? Please, let me go, Stella! I

pierced the air, a haunting melody that sent shivers down my spine. “Hurt?

helplessness consumed me, each passing moment intensifying the suffocating grip

to do this,” I implored, tears welling in my eyes.

intensity in her eyes. “What’s right, Evie, is me getting justice. You like to boast about “justice” a lot, but never

“There has to be another way. We can handle this without resorting

way of making a mess of things. After that day in the hospital, after what you said about someone being out to get you, I had no doubt in my mind you

mulling over the memories from that day. I guess I had admitted it in some way, but I wasn’t sure.

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