"Ugh." A groan escaped my lips as my eyes fluttered open, sluggish and heavy with exhaustion.
I…
…I didn't die?
I tried to move, but I couldn't.
I was so damn exhausted—it was utterly impossible move.
These past few days had been hell.
Literally.
Miranda.
That bitch. That deranged monster.
She had tested all kinds of drugs on . So many that I sotis forgot who I even was.
Pain.
It had beco common place.
She didn't even feed . Just kept injecting Necrotox into my veins at one-hour intervals, over and over.
And the worst part?
I think I was starting to get addicted to it.
Pathetic.
Sigh.
And then there was the other thing.
She raped whenever she pleased.
I was nothing more than a lab rat to her. A toy to be broken, experinted on, discarded at will.
She injected with sothing that twisted pleasure into agony, turning what should have been an escape into a nightmare.
It was worse than anything I'd ever felt.
Like molten lava searing straight into my brain.
I couldn't move.
The Necrotox was killing .
I was dying, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.
Sigh.
So this is how I'm going to die.
Heh.
Funny, telling soone I died in the middle of sex.
Oh well. I've seen worse.
…Yeah.
Who am I kidding?
I want to strangle that bitch.
Every ti she acts like the psycho she is, I feel another wave of pain—not just from her tortures, but from the unbearable truth.
I can't do anything to stop her.
I'll be hers until I die.
At this rate, one of these things will kill .
Either the drugs will, or starvation will.
"Ugh." I groaned again, my mind slowly clawing its way back to clarity.
It was a gradual process.
I was…
…starting to see soone.
"Miran—?" I tried to speak, but a finger pressed gently against my lips.
"Shhh… It's okay. Just rest," a voice murmured.
That voice—
I knew who it was without even needing to see.
"Ariana?" I whispered, dazed.
My blurred vision finally adjusted, revealing a hazy figure with soft blue hair.
She was smiling.
A small, sad smile.
Wait…
Was she crying?
With what little strength I had, I reached out, my fingertips brushing against her cheek. Even that simple movent felt like lifting a mountain.
"…Stop." She grabbed my hand, her fingers trembling. I barely had the strength to wipe away her tears. "I told you to stay still!" she snapped, her voice thick with frustration.
It was only then that I realized—
I was lying in her lap.
"…Why… are you… here?" I rasped, too weak to form a coherent sentence.
Her grip on my face tightened ever so slightly.
"…I should have done this long ago," she whispered, cradling my face with both hands.
I still couldn't see her clearly. My vision was fading again, slipping back into darkness.
I felt dizzy.
My head throbbed.
Shit.
I'm dying, aren't I?
"…It's … Ryan," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
I frowned.
Ryan.
She always calls El.
Did sothing happen?
"Why are you…?" I tried to ask, but before I could finish, her face descended, and I felt the soft, intoxicating sensation of her lips pressing against mine.
Fuck.
That drug is still in effect.
A sudden wave of heat spread through my body, uncomfortable and all-consuming.
—Slurp~
She didn't stop.
She kept kissing .
I couldn't—no, I didn't even have the strength to stop her.
What is she doing?
Why is she doing this?
Then, she pulled back, biting her lip, and my vision sharpened.
I could finally see her clearly.
She was red.
Completely red.
Like soone who had cried until there were no more tears left.
"… Why…?" was all I could manage.
"Will you ever forgive …?" she asked, clasping both of my hands in hers.
"…For what?" I asked, confused.
She bit her lip harder, hesitation flickering in her eyes. "I wanted to tell you… I really did…," she whispered.
"…I don't understand."
"I know you're not from this world, Ryan…"
My eyes widened.
What?
But how?!
Could it be Eloisa? Did he tell her?
"I also know you ca to this world in search of a girl," she continued, her voice laced with sothing unreadable.
I could only stare, silent.
"…Would you ever forgive that girl for putting you through all the suffering you went through because of her selfishness?" she asked softly.
"… I shouldn't, right?" I muttered as the weight of my journey crushed down on .
Renay.
Sigh.
Perhaps I really am to bla for her death.
…Yeah.
Who am I kidding?
I am the cause.
I knew how much she loved .
I knew the lengths she would go to if I ever left her.
But I did it anyway.
I guess she wasn't the only selfish one.
"…I would," I finally said.
Her eyes widened.
"…Really?" she whispered, squeezing my hands tightly. "W-Why?"
"…Well." I closed my eyes, reminiscing.
An introvert.
That's what I beca.
I never even realized it myself—I just kept living for the sake of living.
But she…
"…She made life fun," I said.
That was it.
She changed my monotonous world.
She reached out to .
She made want to see the next day.
"…Sobs"
I looked at Ariana.
A big smile stretched across her face.
She was crying.
But that smile…
It was different from any I had ever seen on her.
It was genuine.
"…Thank you," she whispered, hugging tightly.
Trembling.
Why is she—
Wait.
No.
It can't be.
"You… You can't be Renay… right?" I asked with a dry chuckle.
But there was no reply.
…Oh god.
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Author's Words: Alright guys, this is the end of volu 1: Finding Renay. First thing Volu 2, the exams.
Where are my golden ticket donors?
Where are my power stone donors?
Where are my gift donors?
Anyone?
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