From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL) Chapter 110: Abyss of Memory

ContentWarning:

****This Chapter contains depictions of psychological tornt, emotional abuse, disturbing imagery, self-harm ideation, and graphic violence. Reader discretion is advised. ***

P.S.: This Chapter is important for future plot progression. If you are not comfortable with the content, you may skip to the next Chapter. However, this scene contains a subtle hint about what will happen later and why certain characters behave differently from how they did in the original novel.

Darkness....

Complete Darkness...

A suffocating blackness stretched endlessly in every direction. There were no walls, no sky, no ground, just an abyss that pressed in from all sides. The silence was eerie at first. But then, sowhere deep within that void...

Clink.

Chains. Heavy, rusted, dragging across stone. The harsh tal scraped the ground, echoing, magnifying the horror deep inside. The stench followed, like rotting, wet and foul.

Clink...Clink...Clank.

A shallow breath caught in a throat, too dry to scream. Or too tired...

Then...

"This is all your fault!" The voice was piercing, yet distorted, like a white Whale wailing under deep water. The figure behind the voice flickered in the darkness, one mont a tall man, next a woman, then a blur of teeth and rage. The face lted and reford like a ghost, appearing and disappearing.

"You... you devil! You killed him! If you hadn’t been born... they wouldn’t have died!"

Sweesh....Crack!

The sound cut through the silence.

More and more.

The whip hit flesh again and again.

Clang...

Slap...

"What do you want from us? You killed my son! Ruined my daughter! Get away from !"

The woman’s voice shrieked, a raw explosion of grief and hatred. Her face distorted in and out of focus, one mont tear-streaked and wrinkled, the next with a grin too wide, filled with gentleness and affection.

"My sweet boy... why? Why did you co back?"

A wail, low and heart-piercing. The sound pressing on the chest from grief.

"Why do you have to be so similar to him? Why? If not, he wouldn’t.... He wouldn’t...because of guilt! Why are you alive and he is dead?"

Crack.

Another whip. But this ti it ca with a splash of blood, painting everything red.

"Give back my son, you jinx!"

Shake. Shake. Shake.

The world tilted violently. Soone grabbed the shoulders and shook them hard. Hands cold, trembling. Nails digging into the skin.

"Baby, you know we all love you, right?" a voice, sweet as honey and tainted with poison, echoed. Sickening. A breath brushed against an ear. Too close. A touch traced down the spine.

"What do you want from us? We did it for you! Now you are complaining?" an arrogant voice this ti. Followed by a scoff.

"Those eyes! Why should you have them? I want to dig them out!"

The voice rose in a shrill cry. "Don’t look at ! No! You have to! Yeah! Look at with guilt!"

Then a slap.

"How dare you glare at with his eyes! It’s not yours! You stole them!"

Then a whisper...

"Co on, baby, look at like you always do. Affectionately...I’m sorry... I won’t be rough next ti... but you should be punished."

The air turned icy.

"You naughty boy... You slept with soone else.... Now you’ll pay the price..." The voice turned from affectionate to severely cold, hard like stone. Venom laced in every word.

A scream tried to rise. But lips stayed frozen.

"How many tis do I have to relive this?"

"What do you want from ?! I can’t change fate!" soone yelled. The voice cracked from pain and rage.

Then ca pain...

Excruciating pain...

A thousand knives piercing from the inside out. Muscle convulsed. Lungs ripped from inside.

"When will it end?" two voices murmured simultaneously. In sync. Broken. Lost.

"There is no end!"

"You belong to us!"

"I won’t let you leave like he did!"

"What end?! You deserve to suffer! Yes! You have to be punished for the rest of your lives! You devil!"

And then... a wheezing sound echoed. Not just one breath....

Rasping, gurgling, overlapping.

And a hollow laugh...

Haha...haha..

Thud... Thud... ca the heavy weights crashing into the ground.

"Ah! This is music to my ears!" a maniac giggled. Cheerfully clapping hands.

"I’ll end it with my own hands!"

"I take revenge for you!"

"Everything is fine now.... Right?"

The tone changed again. From glee to despair.

"No... why am I crying?"

"No! I should be happy!"

Then, a whisper, so soft it was barely there.

"I am free..."

Drip. Drip. The tallic sll of fresh blood filled the space.

"Why is there blood on my hands?!"

"No! It wasn’t ! I didn’t do it! I didn’t know!"

"Why am I being punished for what they did?"

"Maybe if I disappear, everything will get better. Yeah, that way everyone will be happier..."

"Right, let’s end this misery."

Then ca silence. All those wailings, shrieking, insults, accusations, sweet love words... all vanished.

Two people opened their eyes.

One, his chest heaving, hand clawing at his chest as though trying to rip sothing out. His black eyes stared into the dark, filled with panic and haze. Sweat drenched his hair, soaking his clothes. He sat there, panting. His whole body was trembling. Despair and misery engulfed him.

Then his lashes fluttered, and confusion crept in.

"What was I dreaming about?" he murmured, voice hoarse.

Elsewhere, in a quiet mansion, another stirred. The man looked at the bright moon in the dark sky. The silver rays illuminated his pitch black world. His fingers curled around the edge of his blanket, knuckles pale.

He exhaled.

"Maybe this ti will be different..." he whispered into the stillness.

And then, slowly, both of them sank back into sleep.

The two of them completely forget the nightmare.

By morning, when the sun rose and the world turned to gold and ordinary again, they opened their eyes calmly and breathed like nothing had happened.

As if the screams, the accusations, the pain, and the blood were all nothing but a fading dream. One, they could no longer rember.