Theressa’s consciousness emerged from the depths of sleep, rudely interrupted by the sensation of cold liquid splattering against her face. With a startled gasp, she instinctively recoiled, her eyes tightly shut against the assault. The shock of the icy wake-up call jolted her senses awake, leaving her disoriented and blinking against the lingering sting.
“Sorry to disturb you, sleeping beauty,” Pillar’s voice cut through the haze of Theressa’s grogginess, dripping with amusement at her reaction. The taunting tone grated against Theressa’s nerves, exacerbating her already frayed patience.
“You’re sleeping when your clock is ticking,” Pillar continued, her laughter bubbling beneath the surface. Theressa’s jaw clenched in frustration, her gaze shooting daggers at the source of her annoyance. She had little tolerance for Pillar’s jests, especially when they came at her expense.
“Why haven’t you killed me yet?!” Theressa’s words pierced the air, heavy with a blend of bitterness and resignation. It wasn’t just the physical pain that gnawed at her-though there were plenty of wounds, both seen and unseen-it was the relentless onslaught of betrayal and disappointment that weighed heavily on her soul.
In the dim light of the room, Theressa’s features contorted with a mixture of anguish and defiance. Her eyes, once bright with determination, now flickered with a weariness that seemed to permeate her very being. Each word she spoke carried the weight of countless betrayals, each scar etched into her heart a testament to the pain she had endured.
Pillar’s words cut through the air like a blade, slicing through the tension with a chilling finality. Theressa’s heart clenched at the casual mention of her impending demise, the weight of Pillar’s indifference bearing down on her like a leaden cloak. She had expected nothing less from someone like Pillar-cruel, calculating, and utterly devoid of empathy.
As Pillar lounged before her, her blasé demeanor only served to deepen Theressa’s sense of dread. The acrid scent of smoke filled the air, mingling with the palpable tension that hung between them. Theressa’s eyes stung as Pillar callously blew smoke in her face, a cruel reminder of her powerlessness in the face of her captor’s whims.
With each cough that wracked her body, Theressa felt a surge of anger bubbling within her chest. Marcelo may have betrayed her in his own way, but at least he had shown her a modicum of respect. Pillar, on the other hand, reveled in her suffering, delighting in the opportunity to assert her dominance at every turn.
“Just kill me,” Theressa’s voice was hoarse with emotion, her gaze fixed defiantly on Pillar. She refused to show weakness in the face of her tormentor, even as her heart ached with despair.
But Pillar’s response was far from sympathetic. With a smirk playing at the corners of her lips, she dismissed Theressa’s plea with a flick of her hand. The sound of her phone ringing pierced the silence, and Pillar’s attention was immediately diverted.
Pillar stood up from her chair, a mischievous grin playing on her lips as she addressed Theressa. “Oh girl, I will and won’t hesitate, but right now is not the best time, besides my fiancé is calling for me,” she said, elongating the word “fiancé” to emphasize her point, trying to convey to Theressa a sense of triumph.
As Pillar’s words sank in, Theressa felt her heart shatter into a million pieces. She couldn’t believe Marcelo had been lying to her all this time. Despite the evidence, a part of her desperately wanted to believe it was impossible, that he cared for her. But deep down, she knew the painful truth.
In the midst of the chaos that had become Theressa’s reality, there was one constant that she clung to like a lifeline: Marcelo’s eyes. They were the windows to his soul, the mirrors reflecting his true feelings. Unlike his words, which had betrayed her countless times, his eyes remained steadfast, revealing the depth of his emotions. Theressa could picture them vividly in her mind, the warmth, the longing, the undeniable connection they shared.
So why? Why hadn’t he come for her? Why had he returned to Pillar, leaving Theressa drowning in a sea of confusion and heartache? These questions tormented her, gnawing at her sanity as she grappled with the harsh reality of their situation. What had gone wrong? What had she done to deserve this betrayal?
In a moment of raw anguish, Theressa screamed, her voice echoing into the empty void of her despair. It was a primal cry, a plea for solace, for someone or something to hear her pain and offer her respite from the unending sorrows that weighed heavy on her heart.
“Not a soul can hear you, baby girl,” a voice interrupted her lament, shattering the fragile silence that enveloped her. It was Mr. Bones, the ever-present specter of her subconscious, manifesting in the physical form of her father. It was as if they were taking turns, father and daughter, to inflict their own brand of emotional torment upon her fragile psyche. Just as one retreated into the shadows, the other emerged, ready to deliver words that would only serve to deepen her wounds and stoke the flames of her anger.
Theressa’s gaze hardened as she turned to face the spectral figure before her.
Theressa’s revulsion towards Mr. Bones grew with each passing moment, his presence a suffocating reminder of the darkness that lurked within him. His actions, his predatory gestures, sent shivers down her spine, igniting a primal instinct to flee from his grasp. But she was trapped, bound by invisible chains that tethered her to this nightmare.
For three agonizing days, Mr. Bones had subjected Theressa to his sinister advances, his touch leaving a trail of disgust in its wake. His fingers, tracing across her skin with a sickening familiarity, invoked a visceral reaction within her, a gut-wrenching sensation that threatened to consume her sanity.
“Let’s stop the play now,” Mr. Bones’s voice was a twisted melody, dripping with malice as he knelt before her, his predatory gaze locking onto hers with unnerving intensity. But Theressa refused to succumb to his sick game, her defiance burning bright despite the darkness that threatened to engulf her.
With a surge of adrenaline-fueled rage, Theressa pushed back against Mr. Bones’s advances, her voice ringing out in defiance as she unleashed a torrent of curses upon him. But he paid her no heed, his smirk widening as he lunged forward, his lips seeking purchase on her exposed neck.
“Fucking get off me!” Theressa’s words were a desperate plea, a primal scream of anguish as she fought against the suffocating grip of her assailant. But Mr. Bones was relentless, his assault unyielding as he continued to press his unwelcome advances upon her trembling form.
With every ounce of strength she possessed, Theressa fought against the ropes that bound her, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to break free from the clutches of her tormentor. The room seemed to spin around her, a dizzying whirlwind of fear and despair as she grappled with the horrifying reality of her predicament.
Theressa’s world spun out of control as Mr. Bones’s depravity escalated, his hands now fumbling with the zipper of her pants. She squirmed and writhed under his touch, her protests falling on deaf ears as he continued to strip away her dignity, one piece of clothing at a time.
“No… I don’t want this,” she pleaded, her voice raw with desperation, but Mr. Bones paid her no heed, his actions driven by a twisted desire that filled Theressa with a deep sense of dread.
As her vision blurred with tears and her cries echoed off the walls of the room, Theressa felt herself teetering on the brink of despair, her hope slipping through her fingers like grains of sand.
But then, a sudden burst of noise shattered the suffocating silence, the sound of the door slamming open followed by the chaotic clamor of approaching footsteps. And then, one by one, they burst into the room like avenging angels, their presence a beacon of salvation in the darkness.
First came Teddy, his imposing figure casting a shadow over Mr. Bones as he moved to intervene, followed closely by Kayden, his steely gaze fixed on their assailant with a silent promise of retribution.
And then, like a thunderbolt from the heavens, came Marcelo.
Tears streamed down Theressa’s cheeks as she caught sight of those familiar siren eyes, the coldness of his gaze sending a shiver down her spine. But even as she longed for his embrace, for the warmth of his touch to banish the darkness that threatened to consume her, she knew deep down that he would never look at her with anything but disgust.