One word- Kieran.

Ocean

The only thing I wanted was to lie down and let my mind process the information. My life changed from zero to fuck me in a matter of hours.

First, it was Kieran's sudden disappearance after the Elite sent him on another mission, then the woman I murdered, and as a cherry on top of that cake of insanity- I turned out to be something I've hated and the partial reason for my suffering is the man who claimed me as his.

How more messed up can someone's life get than this? And how am I supposed to casually think about these facts, process them, and come to terms with what my life has become?

It'd be so much easier if Vladimir still were my owner. Yes, I hated the abuse and that he kept treating me like a piece of shit, but life was what it was for me; nothing really changed.

Back then, I didn't think of myself as special or unique; I was just me, Ocean, the enslaved human. All I had to do was follow the orders and complete the tasks Vladimir gave me.

But today, I'm not even a human