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 safe place, Evie. Just be glad you woke up

serious? What the hell

were you. I may be accommodating, but I’m not exactly

mood.”

feeling in my stomach intensified. “Why am I

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

go! This

unwavering. “As if you ever thought that highly of me, Evie, You never had an ounce of respect for me, and you showed it

me as I realized the depth of my entanglement in whatever sinister plot Stella had woven. Memories surged

past,” I pleaded,

have run their course, Evie. There’s no turning back now. I have

down my spine. “Plans? What do you mean?” I

pointing at me 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 are one cold–calculate

what I was hearing. “Are you serious? God, just let me go and we can

let the word hang in the air between

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meaning. “Because that would make things so much

“Stella, please…”

would be rude to leave

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

shiver down my spine. Fear coiled within me, a suffocating grip tightening around my chest, What followed was a soft

chilling glint in her eyes. “I’m

choked out,

smoothed down her dress, her tone casual as she walked toward me. “Don’t worry about the, um, reinforcements. They’re

“I–Is that a gun? Please, let me go, Stella! I didn’t mean to hurt

sent shivers down my spine. “Hurt? Oh, Evie, I’m not hurting anymore.

passing moment intensifying the suffocating grip of

don’t have to do this,” I implored, tears welling in

“What’s right, Evie, is me getting justice. You like to boast about “justice” a lot, but never when it

pleaded once more, my voice hoarse. “There has to be another way. We can handle this

a way of making a mess of things. After that day in the hospital, after what you

I guess I had admitted it in some way, but I wasn’t sure.

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