Page 95 of Blood Day: Part Two

I hated her.

Loathed everything she’d created.

Didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of praying to her.

However, I couldn’t find another word to chant.

Fuck, I thought.Yes. That. Fuck. Fuck!I wanted to scream it, to shun all those monsters who had told me I couldn’t curse, all those beings who told me to bow, obey, and supplicate.

I want to burn this fucking building to the ground.

That was what I wanted. Unleash all this fiery air onto the monstrous beings within and end them all. Slice them open with screws. Watch thembleed.

Tears and sweat stung my skin, my dress ripped to shreds as I shimmied my way forward, searching for an exit. Begging fate to free me, by either killing me or giving me light.

So dark.

So hot.

So tight.

More screws. More scorching air. More metallic sides.

I choked back a sob, my heart hammering so hard in my chest that I was sure I might die from overexertion alone. The voice in my head kept talking, Cedric’s tones threatening to give me hope, but I couldn’t—wouldn’t—listen to him.

Why should I?

He wasn’t real. He didn’t care. He’d left me. Abandoned me. Warned me about the moon chase and had done nothing to stop my fate.

I was a passing amusement.

Never truly his.

He’d told me it would have been kind of him to kill me. I believed him now. I believed everything he’d said, every dark and twisted word.

I should have urged him to do it—given him the knife and presented my throat.

Would it have felt like the metal ripping into my flesh right now?I wondered.Would darkness have claimed me so thoroughly?

Because I could no longer see, sweat and tears and the inky abyss consuming me entirely.

No way out.

No escape.

Just endless agony.

A hiccup captured my breath, my body shaking with uncontrollable sobs as I clawed my way forward, blood smearing my palms, painting my skin in tattered lines.Why did I do this? Why did I follow that voice? Why did—

My hands hit air.

I blinked.What…?

I shuffled forward a little more, my palms searching for the metal surface that no longer existed along the bottom. The sides were hard, the roof above me solid, and about a foot farther was a dead end, too.

My only option was to go down.

Headfirst.