I slammed the door shut, the loud bang shaking the frame — but it still wasn't enough to drown out the sound of my heart, hammering so violently against my ribs it hurt.
My legs gave out before I could even reach the bed. I slid down onto the floor, back pressed against the door as if that would keep the monster out.
My hands were trembling so badly I couldn't even unclench them. I just sat there, gasping, wide-eyed, the world tilting around me.
What have I done?
The realization hit like a punch to the gut.
How — how the hell did I ever think that choosing him would save me?
Salvo Mancini.
The villain of this world. The one they all whispered about, the one who smiled while he crushed people like insects under his boot.
And I —God, I sold myself to him.I chose him.
Thinking... thinking he would protect me. Thinking I could twist the story if I just made a different choice.
