Moana
I looked at Lucas desperately, confused. But I replied, "I would keep loving you no matter what,"
Lucas just smiled and proclaimed, "I love you once again, and I'll be willing to tell everyone how crazily I've been in love with you,"
I smiled and hugged him more tightly.
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The next day dawned with an eerie silence, like the calm before a storm. I felt a sense of foreboding, as if something terrible was lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike.
As I emerged from the darkness of the basement, I saw Lucas being dragged in front of Jericho. The other slaves were absent, but I was forced to witness the scene, my heart heavy with fear.
Jericho sat on a chair, crossing his legs, while the guards pushed Lucas to the floor, making him fall on his knees. Jericho stared at him coldly.
"What is it about this slave, that makes you abandon your task and plan to elope with her? You planned it so perfectly, didn't you?" He asked, with a bloody glance.
Lucas bowed his head in embarrassment and apologized, but that only seemed to anger him further, "You're pathetic," Jericho spat, eyes blazing with fury.
And then, in a split second, Jericho pulled out a gun and shot Lucas in the left leg. Lucas groaned in agony, and my eyes widened in horror.
"No!" I screamed, my voice echoing through the silence, but Jericho acted as if my cry meant nothing. He asked Lucas again.
"Tell me, Lucas, do you love her?" Jericho repeated. Lucas hesitated, then replied, "I don't love her," He said, blankly.
His expression didn't change, but he raised his gun and shot Lucas in the same spot again. Blood gushed out from his leg, and I felt my own body trembling with fear.
Lucas groaned, his face contorted in agony. After a few minutes, he couldn't bear it any longer, "I love her so deeply. I'm willing to do anything to protect her," Lucas proclaimed, confidently.
A cunning smirk appeared on Jericho's lips, and he continued to play with his gun, "You betrayed me because of her. Sounds like a good decision," Jericho spat, venomously.
Lucas smiled lightly, despite the pain and bloodshed, "I didn't betray you, Jericho. I just I really love her. And I want you to give us a chance,"
I felt a surge of anger at his confession. Maybe it was because I feared his life would be in danger.
Jericho walked closer to him, crouching down to his level, "A chance? I never thought the day would come that you'd fall so deeply in love with my slave. My most trusted member betrayed me to the extent that you sacrificed your heart to her," He said, mockingly, then looked so keen at his fragile body.
"In all the years I've known you, I've never seen you with any lady. Does that mean you've fucked her and made yourself unsaint?" Jericho said, darkly.
"She's heavily pregnant with your baby. And she kept it a secret because she was scared that you would kill her," Lucas declared, making my eyes widened out of shock? He knew that I pregnant?
"It was never my intention to know, but there was a day she was heavily weak due to the physical torture she had endured. I couldn't bear it, so I summoned a doctor to come and check up on her. And it was discovered, she was pregnant. I knew the baby was yours," Lucas continued, after some seconds silence.
Jericho's face twisted with rage. He brought his gun forward, aiming to shoot him, "No! Please, don't," I screamed, but Jericho pulled the trigger.
Lucas' body jerked, and he fell to the ground, lifeless. I wanted to run to him, but the guards behind me grabbed the chain attached to my wrists, pulling me backward.
Tears rolled down my cheeks as I watched Lucas struggle to breathe, but after a few seconds, he gave up. His body went limp, and his eyes froze, staring blankly into space.
The guards pushed me forward, and I stumbled, my chains clanking against the floor. I stood before Jericho, my eyes blazing with hatred.
"You're a monster! Whatever difficulties you're going through, a devil like you deserves it more," I screamed, my voice hoarse with grief.
His eyes narrowed, and he grabbed me by the neck, choking me deeply. I struggled to breathe, my vision blurring.
"Watch your tongue. Or you'll die sooner than I planned," Jericho hissed, the feeling of his coldness was all shown in the way my body shivers at his words.
His grip on my neck tightened, and then he pushed me to the ground. Some of his men started whipping me, the lashes cutting through my skin like a hot knife. I screamed and screamed, but the pain only intensified.
I felt weak and fell beside Lucas, my body trembling with agony. I watched in tears as I gazed at his lifeless body.
I caused all this. I shouldn't have accepted his feelings for me. Maybe things would have turned out better for him.
As I lay beside him, I remembered the day he gave me a wristband. He said he was so happy to meet me. The memory of his smile and his words made me cry deeply.
Just then, Jericho ordered his men to stop whipping me, "Take her to my room. I want to punish her myself," He commanded.
His men dragged me to my feet, and I looked at Lucas again. I made a silent vow to never forget his love and sacrifices for me.
"Lucas, wherever you're, do rest well. I'll never forget you. Because you were my first, only, and last love,"