Epilogue
The devil woman
A strong noise pulls me out of the gloom that was surrounding me. My head is pounding badly. I’m a prisoner of an indescribable dizziness, feeling as if the room I am in is moving. My eyes seem to have been glued with the strongest adhesive that can exist. I can’t open them, not even an inch.
A distorted laugh reaches my ears, making me tremble because of the sound of a voice I didn’t recognise.
I try to remember what the hell happened. The ringing in my ears diminishes slowly, letting a known, but incoherent voice bring my memories back.
I shiver with the anger that is capturing my being, and not just because of what I’m remembering. Inside of me is quiet. Too quiet. It’s never silent, so that can only mean one thing.
Where the hell is Anora??
“Oh, come on. It wasn’t even the strongest dose,” huffed the voice I hated with all my being.
The fury I felt dissolves the glue from my eyes, and I can finally open them. I’m not seeing anything specific. Everything is blurry and dark, so I figure I’m blindfolded. I am only able to distinguish the shape of the bitch that stays with her arms crossed in front of me.
“Oh my God, sometimes I ask myself why I didn’t kill you faster. I shouldn’t have listened to him. I knew I had to go after my instinct and do what I always wanted, not play with dolls along with Barbie and Ken.”
I try to move, but I can feel for the umpteenth time that my hands and legs are tied. I’m so fucking sick of this.
The black material that covered my eyes gets yanked, letting me look directly into Bianca’s eyes and realise how well she knows me. Only from my old habits, my secrets, and my behaviour she managed to figure out the steps we were going to take. I am too predictable for her.
My thoughts go to the footage that we saw. It seems like a distant memory, put at the right place for the right people, ready to serve us an ambush on a silver plate.
“Where is Lucas?” I spit at her, but she is staying too far away from me to be affected by my attitude.
She just looks at me and smiles.
I only wish to rip that smile away from her face.
“You’ll see him soon enough, Anmara. Probably. I won’t guarantee that you will know who he is when you kill him.”
My eyes go wide, and my body starts to fidget around the chair to grab her face and twist it.
“Why are you doing this? What did I ever do to you to deserve it?”
“What did you do? Seriously? That’s what you’re asking?” she screams, and her smile transforms into an expression I have never seen on her face.
At this very moment, she looks like she has come from the depths of hell.
The devil woman.
The only thing that is missing is a couple of horns and dark red smoke coming out of her ears.
“You’ve been there, and you did too much, that’s what you did, Anora!” she screams with hatred in her voice.
I freeze, feeling like I’m instantly waking up from whatever effects the drug she injected into me had. I’m seeing and feeling everything, but I don’t understand a thing.
“Wait, so you want to get your revenge on Anora? For what? For being hidden in a 10-year-old body?” I ask, confused.
It’s her turn to watch me with a frown and a confused expression. Smoke is already coming from all of her orifices, ready to explode.
“You’re so fucking stupid, Anmara. I don’t even know how I put up with you for such a long time.
I don’t know what you think I want revenge for, but it clearly has nothing to do with the man I saw as a brother.
I met his family at the hospital after he got better.
I was an orphan back then, and they took me in.
Do you think I’m holding you here for Omar?
For the fact that Lucas almost killed him when he was 10? ” she laughs.
“But… Kevin, Clara…” I start babbling, but she cuts in.
“Woman, Omar wants Lucas, and I want you for a different fucking reason. I only got involved in his plan to get Lucas out of his den after he found out who he really was.”
No, no, no, no. I have to find him before it’s too late. I have to…
“Stop fucking fidgeting!” she screams, almost blocking my ears with the volume of her voice.
“Then would you fucking tell me why me?”
I’m trying to remain stable, but without a voice to support my feelings, it is hard as hell to do.
“You really can’t figure it out, can’t you?” Bianca says with a calmness that gives me goosebumps, given the sheer amount of hate behind her words.
I gulp, and she shakes her head, starting to laugh in a way too demonic to figure out what she refers to.
“You killed my brother, Anora. The only real family I had. My own blood, my only connection to reality, besides my adoptive family, who protected me. I’m just returning a small favour with my sweet revenge.”
All that I believed right until this moment was shattered in one single second. The clarity of the moment makes my heart pound like crazy and my skin shiver.
One person was killed by Anora, and that wasn’t only my first boyfriend.
It was Bianca’s brother that nobody knew about. The brother she kept hidden from the world, even from the family that took her in.
Fuck. She wants to take her revenge on both of us for something Anora did.
Show yourself, you motherfucker! It’s only your fucking fault!
However much I would yell inside of me, she doesn’t appear. I can’t find her. Right when I need her, she leaves me in the dark.
Bianca’s family is insane, but she is even crazier. It makes me think much more about the frustrating way she sculpted my life as she pleased. I was her puppet for longer than I could have ever imagined.
Hot tears start running down my face when I realise I have no chance of escaping. That I ended up right in the middle of the hell Bianca ruled over. I only hope to wake up from it until it’s too late.
I feel a palm strongly hitting my face. I turn my gaze back to her and see the venom in her eyes.
But I shiver when I notice it isn’t the only thing my gaze caught.
In her hand is a syringe. A big one, full of crimson liquid.
“Let’s see who saves you now, Anmara,” Bianca says, then sticks the gigantic syringe in my right arm, making me scream.
“I wish you a long sleep. I don’t know if I should say an easy or an agitated one.
It will depend on how you’ll see it behind the cameras.
You’ll have so much fun together while you’ll be watching everything,” she says and laughs in an extremely creepy way.
The sound of her laugh starts to distort. All of a sudden, I can feel a severe pain in the place where she stuck the needle that is still inside of me. It spreads with a dangerous speed inside my body, and I can’t even hear the screams that should’ve gone out of my mouth.
I feel like everything around me is getting too dark too fast. However much I try to stay awake, to bounce back, to struggle, I can’t do it. My hold on the real world is slipping, and I don’t know if I will get it back too soon.
I’m screwed.
And not just me.
I hope you’ll find us before my body finds you, Lucas. Before it’s too late.