My name is Chloe, and I am a monster-or at least, that' s what he calls me now. I gave Ethan Vance everything: my immortality, my power, the very essence of my being so he could walk in the sun again, so he could feel the warmth of a human life. My reward? A cold, damp basement, chains biting into my wrists and ankles, and the unending hatred in his eyes, a venom he now directs entirely at me. He got his humanity back, but the process left a scar on his soul, turning him into a tech mogul who secretly hunted my kind, imprisoning them in labs to steal their power. I was offering myself as the perfect sacrifice, begging him to stop hurting my kin, the others. But he just whispered, "Their suffering is part of your punishment. But your suffering... that' s the main event." His fiancée, Olivia Reed, giggled, watching me starve as Ethan nudged a bucket of blood just out of my reach: "If you want it, you' ll have to crawl for it. Just like the animal you are." He expected me to grovel, to break, to succumb to the gnawing hunger that clawed at my insides. But as I looked at his merciless face and Olivia' s smug one, something inside me broke-or perhaps, something was finally forged. I knew I would not be his plaything forever. He thought these chains and this hunger were his ultimate weapons against me, but he was wrong. I had one of my own. A final, irreversible way out. And I was going to use it.
My name is Chloe, and I am a monster-or at least, that' s what he calls me now.
I gave Ethan Vance everything: my immortality, my power, the very essence of my being so he could walk in the sun again, so he could feel the warmth of a human life.
My reward? A cold, damp basement, chains biting into my wrists and ankles, and the unending hatred in his eyes, a venom he now directs entirely at me.
He got his humanity back, but the process left a scar on his soul, turning him into a tech mogul who secretly hunted my kind, imprisoning them in labs to steal their power.
I was offering myself as the perfect sacrifice, begging him to stop hurting my kin, the others.
But he just whispered, "Their suffering is part of your punishment. But your suffering... that' s the main event."
His fiancée, Olivia Reed, giggled, watching me starve as Ethan nudged a bucket of blood just out of my reach: "If you want it, you' ll have to crawl for it. Just like the animal you are."
He expected me to grovel, to break, to succumb to the gnawing hunger that clawed at my insides.
But as I looked at his merciless face and Olivia' s smug one, something inside me broke-or perhaps, something was finally forged.
I knew I would not be his plaything forever.
He thought these chains and this hunger were his ultimate weapons against me, but he was wrong.
I had one of my own. A final, irreversible way out.
And I was going to use it.
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