Carmine's sinister laughter reverberated, casting an eerie shadow over the scene. His eyes, filled with sadistic pleasure, locked onto me, capturing my fear and desperation in their icy gaze. Tears streamed down my face, leaving behind trails of anguish and despair.The air crackled with an electric tension, a palpable energy that hung heavy. It was as if time itself held its breath, anticipating the next move in this twisted game of control and power. Carmine, relishing in his dominance, spoke with a voice dripping with venom, each word a chilling threat."So where were we, huh?!" his voice echoed, cutting through the silence like a knife. The sound of my sobs blended with the haunting ambiance, creating a dissonant symphony of pain and terror. It was a nightmare come to life.Clyde, despite his stoic demeanor, silently begged Carmine for mercy, his eyes betraying a glimmer of desperation. It was a plea for respite, a desperate hope that Carmine would show a shred of compassion. But i

I stood in the midst of the suffocating tension, my heart pounding like a drumbeat echoing through the room. Carmine's words were like venomous daggers, stabbing into the fragile hope I clung to, threatening to unravel everything. How he told Clyde about betrayal and loss pierced through the silence, targeting not just me, but my fragile world.Desperation and fear intertwined within me. I glanced towards Clyde, seeking a glimmer of belief, a sign that he'd see through Carmine's deception. But his expression was a stony mask, revealing nothing but cold detachment. I wanted to explain, to make him understand, but words evaded me, paralyzed by the haunting fear that I never dared to voice.Carmine's cruel smirk cut through my turmoil, his words laced with malice. He toyed with the loyalty that Clyde held, trying to sow the seeds of distrust between us. My mind raced, grappling with the realization that my actions to save my grandmother were jeopardizing everything I had hoped to achieve.

Everyone trembled in fear as Clyde, or rather, the embodiment of a vengeful demon, stood before us. His eyes burned with a fiery red glow, and a malevolent smile twisted his face, revealing the depths of his thirst for revenge. The air crackled with tension, thick with an impending sense of danger.Clyde's sinister chuckle sliced through the heavy silence, its chilling resonance echoing and sending icy tendrils of fear. The malevolence in his voice was palpable, each word dripping with venomous contempt. "Ah, the word 'traitor'," he sneered, his tone laced with a sadistic delight. "It's a word that I hate the most, Isabella."My voice quivered, a tremor betraying my fear and desperation as I desperately sought to reason with the demonic presence that had taken hold of Clyde. "Clyde, please, you have to listen to me," I pleaded, my words trembling with a mix of terror and urgency. "I swear, I never pressed that button. It was a mistake, I swear!"The weight of his accusation hung heavil

As Clyde desperately lunged towards me, I could see the fear etched on his face. But Carmine's threat hung heavy in the air, a constant reminder of the dire consequences that awaited any sudden move.Clyde's eyes pleaded with me, his voice filled with desperation as he grasped for any glimmer of hope. "Isabella, there must be another way, don't let fear dictate your actions. Please don’t listen to him."My heart pounded in my chest, torn between the love I held for my grandmother and the paralyzing fear that gripped me at Carmine's every word. My mind raced, desperately searching for a solution, but my voice faltered as I struggled to find the strength to respond."I... I don't know what to do," I stammered, my voice trembling with a mix of confusion and terror. The weight of the situation bore down on me, suffocating me with its intensity.Carmine's impatience grew palpable, his voice dripping with a menacing tone. "Isabella, time is running out. The clock is ticking," he sneered, hi

The sound of a knock on the door shattered the peacefulness of my room, jolting me out of the depths of my thoughts. Inhaling deeply, I attempted to cast aside the memories that clung to the corners of my mind, refusing to fade away.It's been an agonizing two years since that fateful incident, and yet, the details remain etched in my mind as vividly as if it had all transpired just yesterday. It was the day that stripped me of everything I held dear, tearing apart the very fabric of my existence. But, paradoxically, it was also the day that marked the beginning of my transformation into the person I am today.If someone from two years ago were to lay eyes on me now, they wouldn't believe I'm the same fragile and frightened girl I once was. Today I’m a different person, I’m Isabella Carlo, ready to fight my own battles and seeking revenge for all the injustice I've endured.I stood before the mirror, my gaze fixed on the reflection staring back at me. My once flowing locks now cascade