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Truths be Told - Part II
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“Got anything yet?” Erdem asked as he folded up his shirt sleeve.“He continually refuses to speak,” Nikola answered solemnly.“Cut off his meals. Only water, once a day.”“Understood.”“Any trace of, Nesta?” He asked, hoping there will at least be some information that could lead him to her.“Nothing.” Nikola gave him the same answer. Nothing. He has been hearing that same word for the last two weeks. A word he came to despise the most in the whole entire world.Erdem walked down the spiral stone stairs of the dungeon, with Beta Nikola on his toe. Their heavy boots resounded in the darkness of the cells. The blazing torches on the stone walls cast a dancing light upon the tomb. He breathed the air that reeked of blood and fear. The cries of tortured souls assailed his ears. Yet, he paid no heed to them. For he had grown used to the cries and the begging. Erdem reached the lowest level of the pit. Where rows of cells are lined up along the wall. He scanned them with his keen and pierc
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“First, I want a deal. And I want your words.” Erdem tilted his head and gave him a nod. “You help me put Krsto on trial, you testify against him in the royal court. The monarch strips him of his rank, title, and dignity. And I let you go.” Erdem laid down his offer and Jakov thinks for a while. “That works,” Jakov murmured and Erdem raised a brow. He gulped down the food in his mouth and sat the bowl down. “Where should I begin?” Erdem leaned forward, “From the beginning.” “I was thrown out of my house by my father when my mother died. I was seven, on the street, hungry and scared. Then Krsto came along, he found me and gave me food, bought me clothes, and then asked if I would-” “I didn’t ask for your fucking biography. Start from the planning of the attack.” Erdem leaned back into the chair and Jakov nodded shoving a spoonful in his mouth. “You might have understood by now-” He paused gulping down the food. “Krsto had me completely under his control. He had trained and cloth
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He was chained to the wall, his face bruised and bloody. His healing abilities couldn’t keep up with the amount and severity of the wounds. Also, Erdem’s men didn’t allow him even a second to heal. Erdem entered the cell, he settled into a worn wooden chair, its groaning protest a symphony of the torturous history that permeated the chamber. The prisoner's gaze followed his every move, an unsettling blend of anticipation and sadistic delight. Erdem’s man stepped forward, their faces hardened as they forced the prisoner forward, his chains clinking ominously. His eyes glinted with a twisted satisfaction, relishing the agony he had inflicted upon him.The killer wore a sinister smirk, devoid of any remorse. “So, you've come to confront the monster within me? How thrilling.” His voice dripped with a chilling indifference as if revelling in the darkness he had created inside him.“A monster. That’s right. A fitting name for you.” His voice steady, carried an undertone of sombre determinat
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Erdem stood with anticipation by the window of the quaint coffee shop, his eyes fixed on the bustling road just beyond the glass. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee hung in the air, mingling with the soft chatter of patrons engaged in quiet conversations. Sunlight streamed through the large windows, casting warm hues on the worn wooden tables and the cosy armchairs scattered throughout the space.With bated breath, Erdem waited, his gaze searching for a glimpse of Nesta. It was on this very road that he had laid eyes on her after all those years of waiting and searching, and now, it had become a place of hope and longing, where he yearned to catch another fleeting glimpse of her enchanting beauty.Days turned into weeks, and yet there was no sign of Nesta. Erdem's heart weighed heavy with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. He had taken it upon himself to scour every nook and cranny of the surrounding roads and shops, hoping to find a trace of her presence. From the vintage bookst
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From his vantage point, Erdem watched as Nesta’s smile, genuine and vibrant, graced her lips. Her laughter, like delicate music, danced through the air, captivating everyone in its wake. It was a mesmerizing sight, yet it stirred within him a profound longing. He yearned to bridge the gap that separated them, to approach her with open arms and whisper the words that had echoed through his restless mind all night. But a silent conflict raged within Erdem's soul. He understood that love meant allowing the other person to find their own happiness, even if it meant relinquishing his own desires. He knew that true love required selflessness, and at this moment, he found himself torn between the two. The conflicting emotions entwined like vines, intertwining his heart and mind in an intricate dance.From his distant vantage point, Erdem continued to observe Nesta, his eyes fixated on her every move. He marvelled at the delicate grace with which she handled each flower, her touch imbuing the
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I could feel my heart flutter with a mixture of trepidation and determination as I reflected on the past two weeks that had changed my life forever. Fleeing from the clutches of my cruel fate had been a daring leap into the unknown, a desperate attempt to protect myself and my child. Through a chance encounter with a benevolent stranger, an elderly woman, I had managed to secure a roof over my head for the time being. After a week of roaming around the forest and the parks, eating only what nature could offer, the elderly human came into my life with her kind arms open. And she had helped me contact my father and secure enough funds to escape the country. Through fate, I ended up in the city of Luxembourg, a city I had never imagined to be my sanctuary.The road to rebuilding my life had been a rugged one. I faced countless challenges in my quest for stability and security. Finding a place to live and securing employment to provide for myself and my unborn child had seemed like insurm
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In the sanctuary of my cosy living room, I sought solace in the corner table, a silent witness to the thoughts swirling within me. The piece of paper lay before me, bearing Erdem’s contact information. Its presence alone seemed to carry a weight that mirrored the complexity of my emotions. As I traced my thumb delicately over the inked words, a bittersweet sigh escaped my lips. The memories of our encounter, the subtle glances, and the fleeting connection, replayed in my mind like a tender melody. But amidst the gentle longing, there lay a sea of uncertainty and unanswered questions.While lost in my contemplation, my attention shifted to my son, Ezio, engrossed in his artistic endeavour on the soft expanse of the living room carpet. His tiny hands glided across the pages of a colouring book, infusing life into the blank canvases. I watched him with a mixture of awe and a maternal ache, marvelling at the innocence that enveloped him. With each stroke of colour, a sense of anticipation
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