Silvia's pov
"Silvia! Silvia! Silvia!"
The eerie whispers resonate through my mind, pulling me from the depths of confusion. My vision is muddled, and I can't tell where I am.
*"It's time."*
The whispers grow louder, more insistent. *"Seize your power!"*
A chill runs through me. My hands, my legs—I can't move. Panic claws at my throat as I try to understand what's happening. The voice seems to sense my fear, my confusion.
The scene changes.
Suddenly, I'm standing. But where? I look around—a vast, open expanse with nothing but a blanket of green beneath me. It takes a moment to register... I'm on top of a forest, far above the treetops. Below me, the trees sway gracefully in the breeze, leaves dancing in rhythm to nature's melody. It's beautiful, almost peaceful. For a moment, I forget the fear.
But just as I begin to relax, the ground beneath me gives way.
I'm falling.
I land hard, face-first into something cold. Snow.
"What in the—?" I barely have time to process the sudden shift before a voice calls out.
"Silvia!"
I whip around, searching for the source, but there's no one. Just an endless field of snow stretching as far as the eye can see. An unsettling calm washes over me. This can't be real. Yet it feels too vivid to be a dream.
The wind picks up, turning sharp and biting. Snow flurries swirl around me, stinging my skin. Within seconds, the calm is shattered by a full-blown blizzard.
"Please, stop!" I scream into the storm. "Who are you? What do you want?"
No answer. The snow whips across my face, blinding me, and the wind howls like a banshee, deafening.
*"Silvia! Seize your power and rule!"* The voice screeches, sharp and relentless, and it feels like my skull might split from the sound. Warm liquid trickles down my ear. Blood. I watch as drops of red stain the pure white snow beneath me, a stark contrast to the chaos around me.
The scream grows louder, more unnerving, more maddening, until—
Everything goes black.
* * *
I wake up gasping, my lungs burning like I've been underwater too long. It was just a dream. Or was it? My body feels like it's still caught in the storm, trembling and cold.
I try to move, but my wrists don't budge. Something's wrong. My hands are tied behind me, my legs bound tightly to a chair. Panic surges as I glance around the dim room. I know this place.
The memories flood back. The date. The breakup. The fight. Drake—my *ex*—hit me, and I blacked out.
And now, I'm here. Tied up.
From the balcony, I hear his voice, low and murmuring on a phone call. My heart pounds as I realize the danger I'm in. He's unhinged. This isn't the same guy I fell for. This is a stranger.
"Hey!" I call out, trying to mask the fear in my voice.
Drake hangs up abruptly and walks back inside. His eyes rake over me like he's sizing up a piece of meat, a sick smile curling his lips.
"You're awake," he says, his voice dripping with casual menace.
"No, I'm still asleep," I snap back, my voice thick with sarcasm. *What am I doing?* Provoking him might be the stupidest move I could make right now, but I can't help it. I won't give him the satisfaction of seeing me scared.
He chuckles, a sound that sends shivers down my spine. "You're funny. I wanted to wait until you were fully awake, you know, for the blood moon. But after today's little display, I don't think I can trust you anymore. You want to leave me?"
He laughs, like the very idea is absurd, like my life and choices are a joke to him. Rage boils beneath my skin, but I keep my face impassive.
"Even if you kill me, I won't want you. Not even if hell freezes over," I spit out.
His eyes darken, a flash of something sinister passes over his face. "Oh, I don't need you to want me. That's not the point. You *can't* leave me. You wouldn't understand, Silvia. You never will."
What the hell is he talking about? His words are nonsensical, and yet, there's a terrifying certainty in his voice. "Are you doing drugs again?" I ask, trying to make sense of his madness.
His hand snakes out and grabs my face, fingers digging into my skin painfully. I flinch, trying to pull away, but there's nowhere to go.
"Drugs? No, sweetheart. This is bigger than that. You're mine. And you always will be."
I glare at him, my blood boiling with defiance. If I can't fight him physically, I'll do the next best thing.
I spit in his face