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"Where am I?" She whispered desperately " If I am reborn...I won't have mercy on those evil scums" Then a flash of bright light......
A battered girl lay huddled in the corner of a dark room, blood trickling down her face. Her body was a patchwork of stitches, a grim testament to the violence she had endured. Gasping for air, she wheezed, each breath a struggle. Despair washed over her; all she could do was pray for the sweet release of death.
The door creaked open, admitting a figure bathed in the cold light from the hallway. This newcomer was a stark contrast to the girl's ravaged state, dressed in the finest silks and exuding an air of arrogant disdain. Accompanying her was a young man, his features mirroring her own disdainful expression.
The battered girl shivered, but it wasn't from the cold. A simmering rage, a volcano threatening to erupt within her, caused her body to tremble. She couldn't speak, her tongue having been brutally silenced.
"Oh darling, look who's shivering from the cold," Alice purred, her voice dripping with cruel amusement.
Anthony, the man by her side, sneered, "Perhaps we should pour some ice on her. Watching her suffer would be truly delightful." They both erupted in laughter, their mirth a chilling counterpoint to the girl's silent agony.
The battered girl was Kaia Draxler. Alice, her supposed best friend, and the ironically named Anthony, her so-called boyfriend, had orchestrated her slow, agonizing descent into this living hell.
Kaia had known them since college. They had claimed to be cousins, their overly affectionate displays masking the insidious nature of their true intentions. Tragedy had struck during her college years, her parents passing away unexpectedly and leaving her to inherit the family company. Feeling overwhelmed and alone, she had turned to Alice and Anthony for support. They had convinced her of their loyalty, promising to be invaluable assets to the company.
Their promises, however, were a venomous lie. They had betrayed her trust, their supposed friendship a carefully constructed facade to conceal their illicit affair.
Alice and Anthony brazenly flaunted their relationship within the company, their bullying tactics driving many employees to resign. Kaia, blinded by her naive trust, remained oblivious to their machinations, a pawn in their cruel game.
Their betrayal reached its zenith when they tricked her into signing a document, her blind trust preventing her from reading it. The document, a legal trap, transferred ownership of both the company and her very life into their hands.
The realization of her tragic fate shattered her heart. Betrayal, despair, and a profound sense of loss consumed her. These evil scums, masquerading as friends, had turned her into a commodity, a source of profit. Her blood, a rare panda type, was highly sought after by the black market. They sold her blood, her organs, all while cynically covering their monstrous acts with the guise of charity.
Now, they had come for her heart, the final piece of her they could exploit. Hatred, a venomous torrent, surged through her. She yearned to strangle them, to inflict upon them the same suffering they had inflicted upon her. If looks could kill, they would have been long dead. But she was trapped, a caged bird struggling against an invisible force.
As Alice and Anthony continued their cruel amusement, a doctor entered the room. "Madam, everything is prepared," he announced.
"Excellent," Alice declared with a haughty nod. "Proceed with the surgery. Our client awaits."
Kaia was dragged from the room, her body limp as a rag doll. The operating room was a sterile, cold chamber, the air thick with the metallic scent of antiseptic. Anesthesia washed over her, plunging her into a swirling abyss of unconsciousness.
In the depths of her subconscious, Kaia raged. Desperation fueled her silent screams, but they were lost in the void of unconsciousness, echoes of a dying spirit. Soon, the icy grip of death descended, and her heart, the last vestige of her life, was ripped from her chest.
In the afterlife, Kaia wept, her spirit hovering above her lifeless body. The injustice of it all, the cruelty of her fate, consumed her. "If I had a chance at life again," she lamented, "I would never forgive those scums of the earth. If any deity is listening, please grant my request."
She watched as the doctor carefully sealed her heart in a preservative container, a macabre trophy for his wealthy and depraved clients. Alice and Anthony, oblivious to her suffering, giggled with glee, celebrating their success.
Kaia, a mere ghost now, could only watch, her spirit a captive in this desolate realm. She followed the nurses as they wheeled her body away to the morgue, her silent weeping echoing through the sterile corridors.
Why, she wondered, was she still tethered to this world, a ghost haunting the very place where her life had been extinguished?
As her body lay in the morgue, a figure entered, his presence commanding attention. A man in a finely tailored suit, flanked by a team of security personnel, approached the gurney. He had just returned from abroad, the news of Kaia's death hitting him like a physical blow.
He gently lifted her lifeless form into his arms, tears welling up in his eyes. Kaia, her spirit hovering nearby, was perplexed. She had no recollection of this man.
"Oh, Kaia," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, "I am so sorry for being late. I should have come sooner."
Kaia, still reeling from the shock of seeing this unknown man, was startled by the sound of his voice. "Caspian?" she gasped, her ghostly form trembling. "Axel Caspian? How does he know who I am?" Axel Caspian, the most eligible bachelor in the country, a symbol of success and wealth.
As she uttered his name,a jolt, a searing pain, unlike any she bad ever experienced, pierced through her,
Then, Darkness...
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