Dana POV

　　A whirlwind of confusion and fear swept over me, leaving me paralyzed with uncertainty. My legs trembled beneath me, threatening to give way at any moment, while the fragile hope of my baby's survival hung in the balance.

　　"Now, you don't need to run away from me to be scared to fight back because your baby is dead," he taunted, his laughter echoing cruelly in the air. My hands shook uncontrollably as I struggled to process the horrifying reality of his words.

　　"No!" I screamed, the agony of disbelief tearing through me. "You're fucking evil!" I cried out, my voice cracking with raw emotion as I desperately tried to make sense of the nightmare unfolding before me.

　　But even as I protested, a small voice within me refused to accept the grim fate he had declared. "No, my baby is not dead... It's just-" I began, my words trailing off into a desperate plea for the truth to reveal itself, praying that somehow, against all odds, my child would be spared from this cruel twist of fate.

　　"You're losing a lot of blood, dear Dana," As the nefarious smirk curled his lips, I found myself engulfed in a maelstrom of agony and despair. The scarlet tide of my life's essence spilled forth unabated, a macabre tableau of crimson staining the earth beneath me. Each crimson droplet bore witness to the callousness of his assault, each wound a testament to the brutality of his actions.

　　The relentless cascade of blood mingled with the searing pain, each slice of his blade tearing through my flesh like a scythe through wheat. Every fiber of my being screamed out in protest, my body convulsing with the intensity of the torment inflicted upon it.

　　No words formed in the recesses of my mind, no thoughts to tether me to the world of the living. All that remained was a serene acquiescence, a resigned acceptance of the inevitable fate that awaited me.

　　As the veil of consciousness slipped away, I embraced the solace of oblivion, welcoming the release from the torment that had consumed me. In that final moment, as the shadows claimed me as their own, I found peace in the embrace of death's eternal slumber.

　　In the throes of surrender, I resigned myself to the inevitable.

　　"Do you have any last words?" his voice, a mocking echo of impending doom, pierced through the haze of pain that clouded my senses.

　　"I am not gonna die, right?" I whispered, the fragile thread of hope clinging desperately to my trembling words. But instead of reassurance, his laughter reverberated through the darkness, a cruel symphony of mockery that shattered whatever remnants of resolve remained within me.

　　As the grip of death tightened its hold on me, fragmented thoughts swirled chaotically in the recesses of my mind. Ares, Bathel, Blaire-faces from my past and present danced before my fading consciousness, each vying for the attention of my final words.

　　My blood continued to flow unabated, a grim reminder of the life that ebbed away with each passing moment. Despite the overwhelming pain and impending loss, a small voice within me urged caution, reminding me of the delicate balance between life and death.

　　"I love him... And... I hate him, and I will visit him as a ghost," I whispered, the words escaping my lips like a fragile sigh. To whom they were addressed, I couldn't say, for my senses were numbed by the encroaching darkness that enveloped me.

　　"Dana!" Bathel's anguished cry pierced the air, momentarily breaking through the fog of my consciousness as he unleashed his fury upon my assailant, his voice a desperate plea for salvation.

　　But amid the chaos and turmoil, it was Ares who stood out in the recesses of my fading perception.

　　"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper as I struggled to maintain consciousness, my strength waning with each passing moment.

　　Ares approached, his presence both comforting and unsettling in equal measure. "Is it a bad thing that I just missed you so badly?" he inquired softly, his hand reaching out to touch mine.

　　His touch sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a familiar mix of emotions that I couldn't quite decipher. It was a sensation that I had felt countless times before, yet it never failed to evoke a sense of nervousness and fear, a reminder of the tumultuous history that existed between us.

　　"You do not miss me. You just missed the idea of hurting me," I corrected him, my words tinged with bitterness as his touch threatened to overwhelm me once more.

　　"Come back to me, my love," his voice pleaded, a desperate undertone betraying the depth of his emotions.

　　"I almost died, and this is what you're asking right now!?" I exclaimed, the rage coursing through me like a wildfire unleashed.

　　"You're still selfish after all, and that's what I hate about you..." I murmured bitterly, my words laced with contempt as I pushed him away, unable to bear the thought of his proximity after all that had transpired. The mere notion that he might have sought solace elsewhere, perhaps even with Blaire, filled me with a visceral disgust that threatened to consume me whole.

　　"You have Blaire now," I stated, each word heavy with the weight of bitter acceptance, yet feeling as though a knife had been driven into my heart upon uttering them.

　　"I have her, but all I think is you-" Ares began, his voice tinged with longing, but I cut him off before he could finish.