EPISODE 22:
I could not move X
Seram’s hoarse voice slithered into my ears, dark and commanding. “Don’t move, Marian. If you do, I will slit Caleb’s throat first, then Lucas’s ”
A shiver of pure dread locked my body in place. I believed him, Seram was not in his right mind. His tone was too detached, too sure. There was no hesitation in his words, only the certainty of a man who had nothing left to lose.”
Then, his lips ghosted over my nape, pressing against my skin in a sickeningly slow kiss. I flinched, nausea rising in my stomach.!
“How I’ve longed to see you again… to touch you.. to kiss you,” he murmured against my skin. “I missed you so much, Marian.”
I did not reply, I could not. I did not know what to say. A twisted part of my past was breathing whispering vile things against my ear, and I was utterly powerless to stop it.!!
down neck.
His fingers traced a delicate path down my arm. The sensation made my skin crawl. Once, I had ached for his touch, had yearned for even the smallest of affections from him. But he had never given them to me.
He had chosen Deanne. Only Deanne.
And now, when I no longer wanted him, when all that was left of my love was ash and regret, he dared to act as if he had never forsaken me
Disgust roiled inside me
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“Stop touching me,” I said, my voice sharp despite the tremor in it.
He only hummed in response, as if savoring the feel of my skin beneath his fingers. Then his hands moved forward, cupping my busts without hesitation.
I gasped, my body jerking in resistance, except… it did not. I wanted to pull away, wanted to shove him off me, but nothing happened. My limbs refused to listen. It was only then that I realized something was wrong. My body.
I could not move
A slow, amused chuckle escaped Seram. He had been waiting for me to realize it.”
“Lucas was still useful, after all,” he mused, his grip tightening. “Sweet, obedient Lucas. He would do anything if it meant. he could stay by Caleb’s side. Even if it meant slipping paralyzing powder into your food”
My breath hitched. Lucas…
I had never blamed him for anything. He was a child, scarred and abandoned by the very people who should have loved him. Seram must have preyed on that, Manipulated his fears. Promised him safety and warmth in exchange for his obedience. And Lucas, desperate and terrified, must have followed every word Seram had whispered into his ear.”
I wanted to scream. To lash out. To tear Seram apart.
But I was trapped.
Seram pressed himself closer, his breath hot against my ear.
“This time, there will be no interruptions. No sudden disturbances.” His hand continued to roam my body, fingers digging into my waist, pulling me against him. “Even if you shout, no one will come for you. Everyone in this camp is deep in their slumber… helplessly comatose.”
Panic clawed at my throat.
I had never felt this powerless before, never been so utterly at someone’s mercy. My heart pounded against my ribs like a caged beast, desperate to escape. My mind screamed for me to fight, but how? My body was no longer my own.
Seram chuckled again, his voice dripping with triumph. “And I have a few surprises for you.
Then, as if to punctuate his words, a long, chilling howl pierced the night.
A familiar dread settled deep in my bones. I had heard that sound before, the death that lurked in the form of sharp fangs. and unrelenting hunger that had taken my and Caleb’s life.
The wild wolves were here.
More howls joined the first, a haunting chorus of death calling from the darkness beyond the camp. Then came the sound of snapping branches, of claws scraping against wood. The wolves were here.
And we were all vulnerable.X
My breath came in shallow, panicked bursts. I could feel Seram’s grin against my skin. He had planned this. He had brought them here!
“Recognize that sound, Marian?” he whispered. “I made sure they followed my scent. Just like before. Just like the night Deanne planned over your death…”
A cold, merciless terror settled over me. That night
The scent of blood in the air. Of MY blood in the air. The monstrous howls of the wild wolves, their fangs tearing through flesh, tearing through my every own, leaving nothing but dried blood in my wake 3
Seram had done it almost similarly as if he and Deanne’s mind are in sync. And I had no way to stop it.
it!
“You will be mine, Marian,” Seram murmured, dragging his lips over my shoulder, his hands tightening their grip. “No matter how much you resist. No matter how much you hate me. You will always belong to me.“”
The howls grew closer.
The camp was seconds away from chaos.
And I… I could do nothing to stop this at all.
