The sickened luna’s last chance

Chapter 135

Chapter 135

Ella & Alexander

Ella

The world kept slipping in and out of focus.

One moment I was sitting at the restaurant table, the next I was being carried out the back door, seeing Lilith’s bloodied head on the ground behind me, and then I found myself staring at the back of a car seat, my cheek pressed against cracked leather.

My head felt like it was filled with cotton. When I tried to lift it, everything spun.

“There we go, sweetheart. Just relax.”

The man’s voice came from somewhere above me, but it sounded distorted, like he was speaking underwater. Or maybe I was the one who was underwater, drowning, sinking. I tried to turn toward the sound, but my neck wouldn’t cooperate.

“What…” My own voice sounded strange and slurred. “What did you…”

“Shh. Don’t fight it. Makes everything easier.”

I blinked hard, trying to clear my vision. The man was driving with one hand on the steering wheel, the other reaching back to… to touch my leg.

I tried to pull away but my body wouldn’t listen. My arms felt like they weighed a thousand pounds.

“Get away from me…”

ugly sound. “You’re not in any position to make demands,

knew who I

of the drug-induced haze. This wasn’t random. This wasn’t just

going, but something was wrong with my

I struggled against the

man said. “You’re going to need

the door Through the window, I could

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held up something small and rectangular. A

“Smile for me, sweetheart.”

went off, temporarily blinding me. I squeezed my eyes shut, but he kept taking pictures, the flashes hurting

like a dirt road. Branches scraped against the

I tried to scramble away, but my legs wouldn’t support me. He

there. Don’t want you hurting yourself before we

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me toward an old barn, maybe, or some kind of storage building. The wood looked rotten, and half the roof had

spot, don’t you think?” He pushed open a door. “Nice and private. No

hay and animal waste. My feet dragged across the dirt floor as he hauled me toward the back of

down onto a pile of moldy hay, and I couldn’t catch myself with my hands bound. My shoulder hit the ground hard, sending a spike

out the camera again, “let’s get some good

again and again. I tried to turn away,

stronger now as some of the

paying me very well to make

Someone was paying him?