Where the darkness was not just a shroud but a living thing—crawling through the stone, slithering into the bones of every soul who had dared to resist.
And there I was, the unwilling centerpiece of this macabre tableau strung up and awaiting the conductor of my torment to begin his work.
The door to the interrogation chamber creaked open with a low, agonized moan, shattering the suffocating silence.
Three silhouettes loomed against the dim glow of the corridor before morphing into Lord Winston, Lord Alexander, and Mathias as they stepped into the grim chamber.
Alexander’s words came as a hiss, laced with venom and malice.His eyes gleamed with a twisted cocktail of triumph and sadistic pleasure as he towered over me, drinking in the sight of his prisoner.
“So,” he sneered, “you’re the infamous Black Wraith.The destroyer of our world.”
The smirk curling his lips was a blade—cruel and gleaming, slicing across his face with savage satisfaction.
“You thought you were clever—slipping into our midst, pretending to be one of us.But we saw through your facade all along.”
A slow, mirthless laugh bubbled from my throat despite the ache lacing every inch of my body.
“So you saw through my carefully crafted facade all along, Thomas?”I sneered, tasting blood on my tongue, irritation flaring at his insufferable smugness.“Funny, considering you were the one who summoned me from Anatolia, desperately seeking my help.If you truly saw through me, why did it take you this long to catch me?”
A flicker of fury ignited in Thomas’ eyes.
His smug veneer splintered.
And then—a sudden, vicious strike.
The slap landed with a resounding crack against my cheek, snapping my head to the side.Pain blossomed across my jaw, hot and immediate, but I didn’t give him the satisfaction of a reaction.
Instead, I exhaled slowly, the faintest smirk curling my split lip.
Finally.
The ever-composed Thomas Alexander had fractured.
He leaned in closer, his breath hot and acrid against my skin.
“Your grand plan failed, and now you will pay for your arrogance.”
His voice slithered over me, each word dripping with cruel delight.“You are the embodiment of the darkness we despise, and I will relish every moment of your suffering.”
His words lashed at me, but they couldn’t pierce through the armor of resignation I had already wrapped around myself.
“You’re all brainwashed by Mathias,” I rasped, forcing the words past the weight of Belladonna dragging me under.The poison still coiled through my veins, making each syllable a battle.
Alexander’s face contorted into a wicked grin, his eyes gleaming with malice.
“We will annihilate you,” he vowed, his tone final, merciless.“You will beg for mercy, but we will give you none.”
I held his gaze, unflinching.I had long since stopped expecting mercy from men like him.
“And your downfall,” he continued, savoring every syllable, “will be a public spectacle.”
The air in the chamber thickened, suffocating in its weight.
“We will strip away your facade, Amir.We will reveal the true monster within.”
Then, he twisted the blade deeper.
“And my daughter—” his grin widened, “she will bear witness to your destruction.She must see the evil that lurks in your soul.”
