Kylie pov

The house loomed like a ghost, shrouded in darkness and smoke, its walls whispering secrets of pain and suffering. I was chained to a metal chair, my wrists raw from struggling. Every breath felt like a battle, the damp air heavy with the smell of decay. I couldn’t believe I was here, a pawn in a twisted game I didn’t want to play.

Miranda waltzed in, her presence filling the room with an unsettling energy. She moved like a predator, confidence radiating from her. ...