Season 2: Broken Dreams | Chapter 93

[ANASTASIA]

My chest heaves, my stomach sinks, and my legs threaten to buckle under me as I watch Igor drive away with Ivan’s unconscious body inside the car.

The door slams shut in front of me, and suddenly, I can’t breathe anymore. The walls seem to be closing in around me, squeezing the life out of me, and stealing all the air right from my chest.

Blood. It’s everywhere. On my hands. On my clothes. On my skin. On the seats inside the car. On the floor.

Everywhere I look, all I see is blood.

I reach for the handle of the car but it snaps in my hand, preventing me from getting out. But then the door swings open, and a large figure appears in front of me, blocking the sunshine.

His face is hidden from view but my mind is so jumbled up I can’t seem to recognize him.

I try to scoot back inside the car away from him, but he reaches in and grabs my arm, yanking me out before slamming me against the side of the car.

His eyes are black, his voice is low, his face is covered with a ma