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5: AMAYA’S POV
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2026-03-24 06:27:09
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THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 82:Amaya
The wardrobe handlers my father sent didn’t speak. They moved around my childhood bedroom like silent robots, laying out a heavy black silk evening gown across the mattress. It looked like an elegant shroud I can’t deny that truth.Regina stood by the door, her arms folded, watching me with an expressionless gaze as I sat unmoving on the edge of the bed. "Put it on," Regina said, nodding toward the dress. "Roman’s security detail is already in the driveway. Victor isn't going to ask you again." I didn't look at her. "And if I say no?" "Then the handlers will dress you themselves, Amaya. Don't make this more humiliating than it needs to be. It’s just a dinner."“Since when did you become my father’s lapdog?”“How dare you?!”“Be silent, Regina. This isn’t your domain anymore”I stood up slowly, my limbs stiff, and let the handlers dress me. The fabric of the black gown was cold against my skin. They zipped it up, tightened the waist, and pinned my dark hair back. Regina
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 81: Amaya
By noon, the interior of the mansion was cast in a dim, amber twilight as heavy clouds blocked out the sun. I sat in one of the high-backed leather chairs in my bedroom, watching the dust motes drift through the narrow beams of light.My mind was somewhere far away.In my mind, I was with Bane. We were back at his beach house seated by the shore.The wind was in our hair and for a moment, just a tiny moment, I was happy.I was free.I was alive again. The heavy double doors of the bedroom swung open with a loud creak. My father walked in, his hands clasped tightly behind his back, his eyes locking onto me instantly.Even before he spoke I knew that he was probably here to deliver the unfortunate news that Roman would be here soon. "Roman's convoy just cleared the southern security checkpoint," Victor said, his deep voice cutting through the silence of the room. "They will be at the main courtyard within twenty minutes.”“Is there any reason that you saw the need to come and bothe
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 80: Amaya
The heavy door of my bedroom clicked shut behind my father, the sound of the deadbolt sliding into place.I remained on the floor, my cheek pressed against the cold floor and sobbed silently.The physical sting of my father's slap was a dull ache compared to the suffocating weight of my reality. Every piece of this room was a reminder of what I truly was to Victor, a biological property. A thing that had to be traded, stored, and managed. The small, fragile illusion of love and freedom i felt with Bane had been erased in one violent night.And now Bane and Nathaniel were dead.Why did I have to kill everything that I touched? Regina stared at me all along. She didn't leave with Victor. Instead, she pushed off the wardrobe and walked slowly toward the bed. She stopped a few feet away, looking down at me with the same clinical, diagnostic expression she used when looking at files. "Get up off the floor, Amaya," Regina said quietly, her voice entirely flat. "Crying won't alter th
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 79: Amaya
A heavy, suffocating darkness pressed down on my chest, dragging me under every time I tried to claw my way back to the surface. My head throbbed with a sickening ache that pulsed behind my eyelids, a brutal reminder of the weapon Regina had slammed into my temple. Everything hurts. When the blackness finally began to crack, it didn't give way to the flashing red emergency strobe lights of the Valak estate.It didn’t even give way to the image of Regina standing above me. Instead, a soft, filtered morning light pierced through my lashes, revealing a high ceiling adorned with familiar white molding. What in the world?I know this place.I blinked rapidly, the agonizing pressure in my skull intensifying as I tried to lift my head from a plush silk pillow. There was no way that I could be here.In this place.After all this time.The air didn't smell like spent gunpowder, copper, or the burning stone of a burning estate. It smelled of expensive French lavender, polished mahog
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 78: Bane
The world turned completely red. I watched the exact trajectory of the blow in agonizing, high-definition horror. One second my eyes were locked onto Amaya, her beautiful, soot-stained face illuminated by the flashes of my men's weapons, as she ran.Her hands reaching out to touch me. The next second, she was being violently ripped backward. I watched as Regina knocked Amaya out. The heavy steel butt of Regina's weapon struck the side of Amaya's head with enough force to drop a grown vanguard soldier. I saw the light instantly leave Amaya's dark eyes. I watched her limp, fragile body collapse onto the blood-spattered gravel of the courtyard like a broken doll. A sound tore out of my throat that wasn't human—a raw, demonic shriek of pure, unadulterated fury.They hurt her. They hurt Amaya.The last remaining boundary of my sanity snapped like a brittle twig. I lunged at my sister. I didn't care about the incoming mercenary rounds that were chipping the stone pillars inches
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 77: Amaya
The world was spinning in a fractured blur of crimson strobe lights and deafening explosions. The image of the young vanguard captain falling to the floor, his chest torn apart by automatic fire, was permanently branded into my mind. He had done his best to save my life and lost his in the process. I would never forgive Regina for doing that to him. That was the last thing that he deserved. I couldn't breathe. My throat burned with the thick, toxic taste of spent gunpowder, ash, and the metallic tang of blood. My side still hurt with every move after Regina had hit me with her knee and pinned me to the ground like some animal. Every instinct screamed at me to curl into a ball and hide among the shattered remnants of the limestone pillars. I should have but the frantic sound of the sirens drove my feet forward. I had to get to him. I had to find Bane. If I found Bane, he would make sure that I was safe. I tore through the smoke-choked arches of the lower gallery, my
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 7: BANE’S POV
The leather of my chair creaked as I leaned back and let out a long sigh. The silence of my study feeling like a terrible weight against my chest. My knuckles were still stained with the faint, metallic scent of blood despite the proper soap scrubbing I’d given them. They also hurt a bit bu
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 6: AMAYA’S POV
The air in the hallway was thick with the scent of expensive floor wax and something more metallic.I didn’t have a name for it but what I did have for it was a feeling.A terrible reminder I was now a part of this monster’s world.Bane Valak. My feet felt heavy as I followed him, the plush carpet
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 4: AMAYA’S POV
I didn’t know how long I had been there. Hours? Days maybe? It was really had to tell sometimes.Time didn’t exist in that cell. Only the cold and the silence between the mocking voices of the guards who made sure I could not escape. Only the sound of my own breathing, uneven and weak. I sat
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 3: AMAYA’S POV
I had no idea how long I had been in that cold van, praying to God that this was not the night I went to meet my mother.There were no windows for me to look out of and I could barely hear anything other than the sound of heavy tires pressing against gravel. Eventually, the van stopped with a vio
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