Epilogue Two
A sob escapes me because I know, without opening my eyes, I’m back in hell.
I roll onto my side, the chains rattling together.
“Wake up!” A cold voice yells before a bucket of water is thrown on my head.
I gasp, instantly sitting up; the chain wrapped around my neck pulls me backward, choking me. I blink away the water, finally focusing on the figure before me.
Allister stands in front, with Manzo directly behind him, but what hurts the most isn’t the chains that are too tight around my hands and feet, not the frostbite that is starting to form slowly, and not my pounding head compared to the hurt and betrayal I feel seeing Manzo standing side by side with Jeremy.
“Jeremy?” I croak out, keeping my eyes locked on him.
“Jeremy and I are closer than you think,” Manzo smirks, leaning against one of the concrete pillars.
“Bianca,” Jeremy starts.
I scoff, “I should’ve known. You screamed mommy issues from the beginning. You were clingy and a little bitch when it came down to it.”
“Last time we found ourselves in this position,” Manzo smirks, "I failed at breaking you. You were stubborn, and you still are. I see the cracks, Bella, and I can’t wait to see what it will take to break you this time.” Then, a sharp pain to the side of my head makes the whole world go black, with nothing but his maniacal laughter to haunt my dreams.