Kimi's POV
I was then compelled to sit back down on the cold, unforgiving chair, my wrists bound tightly to its wooden arms with rough, unyielding cords. The very sensation of the ropes against my skin filled me with a mixture of dread and defiance. Deep within, I resolved to put on an act—pretending that memories of what had led me to this grim situation were lost to me, as if they had been washed away like a fleeting dream upon waking.
As the shadows flickered ominously around me, I heard Liam's voice cut through the tension, his tone deceptively casual. "How do we take the power from this little thing?" he asked, casting a glance my way, filled with a kind of disdain that only fueled my anger further. Standing alongside him was a masked man, his presence both intimidating and foreign, cloaked in secrecy and intent.
With a sinister chuckle, the masked man leaned closer, illuminating the dark corners of the room with a malevolent gleam in his eye. "Just gonna drain all the blood in her body, and then I'll drink it," he proclaimed, his voice dripping with malice. Each word felt like a dagger to my heart, stirring a primal fury within me—a visceral reaction to the horrifying reality of my impending fate.
In that moment, anger coursed through my veins, igniting a flicker of hope within the storm of despair. I realized that I was vulnerable, shackled and powerless, but maybe, just maybe, the tides could turn. My mind raced with thoughts of escape, but I knew I couldn't physically fight back, not yet. My eyes narrowed as I focused on the door, half-dreaming of rescue, when suddenly, I heard a thunderous crash that reverberated through the space.
The door was kicked down with an explosive force, splintering wood scattering across the floor, and in rushed my mom, dad, and Audrey. The sight of them—battle-ready and fierce—brought an unexpected rush of relief. They stood there as a united front, faces etched with determination, as if prepared to wage war against whatever evils lay before them.
Without warning, the menacing figures in the room charged toward my family, but before I could even process the chaos, I felt a firm grip on my arm. The masked man was dragging me away, his intent clearer than ever. My heart raced as panic surged through me; I could not let him take me! I had to fight, had to shout, had to be free. But the cord binding me kept me tethered, a cruel reminder of my current predicament.
The air crackled with tension as my family clashed with my captors. I could sense the desperation in their movements, their resolve to protect me no matter the odds. But I was trapped, and every fiber of my being screamed at me to escape this nightmare before it was too late.