Their Secret Obsession by Pippa Moon

Chapter 0305

Lottie POV

The walls were slick with moisture, and patches of moss glowed faintly in the darkness.

We must have been walking nearly fifteen minutes, yet the air grew colder as we descended further. The damp scent of earth and stone filled my nostrils, mingling with the stale odour of neglect. Water dripped somewhere in the distance, the sound amplified in the silence.

The cobbled floor was uneven and sharp against my bare feet. Each step sent a jolt of pain up my legs, but I bit back any sound. Without warning, I was shoved forward roughly. I stumbled, my hands shooting out to brace against the wall. A sharp sting shot through my palm.

"Ow!" I hissed, pulling my hand back to see a thin cut welling with blood. The crimson droplet swelled, warm against my skin. Only after realising I had spoken aloud did I notice my voice was back-something my captor seemed reluctant to acknowledge. An idea sparked.

"Maybe there's some hope after all," I whispered to myself, careful not to let my captor hear. Clenching my fist, I allowed more blood to seep out, letting droplets fall subtly onto the floor as we moved. If anyone tracked my scent, they might notice the blood-might realise something was wrong.

Hold on, Lottie. They're coming. They have to be. I self-soothed as I straightened, lifting my chin.

And until they do, I won't make this easy for him.

The tunnel seemed endless, each twist and turn further disorienting me. My mind raced.

"Stay calm. Focus," I mused as I tried to memorise the path-the number of steps, the changes in the air currents, any distinguishing features-but the darkness made it nearly impossible.

the voice barked, pushing me again. I stumbled but caught myself, glaring back despite the

seeped into my bones, and a shiver

refused to

flared within me. "He won't get away with this." As we continued, I discreetly brushed my wounded hand against the rough stone walls, leaving faint smears of blood. Every mark was a silent plea, a

his gaze on me, watchful and suspicious. I kept my eyes forward, masking any expression that

let someone find me. Let them see the signs," I sent the thought out like a prayer, clinging to the hope that not all

out

finally demanded, my voice steadier than

bothering to look

back a retort, knowing it would

again," I mused with a

rumble echoed somewhere above us-perhaps thunder, or maybe footsteps? My heart leapt at

be searching for

yanking on my arm. Pain shot through my

hope. Every step, every drop of blood left

the tunnel branched into three separate paths. The dim light from flickering torches cast eerie shadows on the damp walls. My captor halted abruptly,

demanded, his

mocked,

cursed under his breath, pulling a crumpled map from his pocket. I watched as he struggled to read it, the faint light making it nearly impossible. His

emerged from the shadows its eyes glowing like molten gold. t was similar to Havoc, yet there was something distinct