Seraphina’s POV
I was shoved into the van, the pain at the back of my head making everything spin. My vision blurred, and I could feel myself slipping, but I bit down on my tongue, hard, the sharp sting forced to stay awake.
I couldn’t black out. Not now.
No one was coming to save . I knew that. But I still had to try.
I’d fight, even if it were pointless. Even if no one ever heard scream.
"Take her," one of them barked.
My body trembled uncontrollably.
"Man, she’s wild," another one laughed.
"Yeah, but you’re not touching her ’til the boss says so," the third snapped.
My blood turned to ice.
The boss.
There was always soone worse. Soone was waiting for sowhere!
My breathing hitched under the cloth. My skin crawled. I knew what this ant. What they were talking about. And I refused to let that happen. Not in this life.
Not again.
But what could I do? I was tied up and half-conscious in the back of a van! Panic clawed at my throat, but I shoved it down. I needed a plan—just anything, damn thing—to escape this shit!
I wouldn’t go down without a fight.
I tried to think of any way to escape before we got wherever they were taking . But my body wouldn’t move. My mind blurred, freezing in place. I couldn’t help but rember that day with Jim all over again, and my previous life. The terror, the helplessness, and the weight of not being able to fight back were still fresh to .
Only this ti, there was no mysterious man to save .
For so reason, I found myself thinking about Lucien. His face, his voice—the way he’d made feel safe, even for a mont. I was really missing him.
In the end, I couldn’t keep up with my consciousness and fainted. I just... couldn’t take it anymore.
Two hours later—
I woke up to the faint sound of dripping water and sothing cold pressing against my cheek.
The floor.
For a second, I didn’t know where I was. My head was pounding, and my body felt too heavy to move. Everything that had happened before—being dragged, tied up, the van—ca rushing back like a nightmare.
I wish it were just a dream and all these things hadn’t happened. But I was already here.
Thankfully, my face was now uncovered, and I could see around.
The lights were dim—yellow, flickering, like they were about to die. My throat was dry. My head felt like it had been split open. Every part of ached.
And it was cold... very cold! Not just the air but the silence too.
I blinked a few tis, trying to adjust my eyes to the dull light. The room was the sa—small, walls stained with dampness.
I touched my forehead—dry blood crusted at the edge. They must have hit it harder than I thought.
My wrists were still bound, but looser than before. Maybe they thought I wouldn’t fight anymore.
Maybe they were right.
No... no. I had to get out of here. I had to stay awake this ti.
Even if no one was coming, even if Lucien wasn’t out there, I had to escape anyhow!
I started struggling against the ropes. They were a little loose, but the knot was tight... too tight. My fingers fumbled, shaking as I tried to undo it.
That’s when I noticed sothing else— My feet were tied too.
"Just what the hell do they want from ? Who did this to ?" I whispered, panic curling in my chest like smoke.
I was close— so close—to freeing myself when I heard voices outside the door. Soone was whispering.
"This bitch! How could she do this to ?"
That voice.
My stomach dropped.
It sounded familiar.
Was it... Jim?
The sa bastard who’d dragged to the hospital?
Or soone else?
I couldn’t tell. But sothing deep down warned —whoever it was, this wasn’t a good sign.
"Open the door! I want to see what that little lass is doing!" the voice shouted, followed by a loud, hysterical laugh.
A harsh bang rang out as the door burst open, making jolt in fear.
I stumbled back, collapsing to the floor, and faking that I was still unconcious! If they noticed I was trying to escape, I didn’t know what they’d do.
Footsteps echoed as the person stepped into the room, heading straight toward .
I wanted to scream, to push him away—but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to alert them.
"Take her!" he barked, turning to the others who had followed behind him.
"The setup is ready! We’re going to make so big money off this one!" Then he laughed again—cold, cruel, and familiar.
What...?
No. No, it couldn’t be...
Don’t tell ...
He’s the one—the sa person who fild those videos of in the hospital?
My whole body trembled, but I forced myself to stay composed. I wasn’t the sa person I was in my last life.
"Fuck! She’s bleeding!" soone cursed, slamming a person against the wall. A sharp shriek of pain echoed.
"Why hasn’t her wound been tended to yet? We need her ready in an hour!"
"I... I’ll do it right now!" the person who’d just been slamd stepped forward quickly.
"Forget it!" another voice interrupted.
"I’m Ralph. I never cared about stuff like that. As long as I have a good ti with her, I can make do with it!"
What the hell? Ralph? It’s him?
Why do all the villains from my past lives seem to be gathering in the sa place?
Before I could process any of it, soone grabbed and threw over their shoulder and walked out of the hellhole of a room.
I was finally out in the light—and to my shock, this was the corridor of a hotel.
"Help!" I scread as soon as I noticed unfamiliar faces nearby, hoping they weren’t part of this nightmare.
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