Warning: This story contains dark themes, including obsessive behavior, psychological manipulation, threats of violence, non-consensual contact, and disturbing emotional tension. Reader discretion is advised. Not suitable for all audiences.
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Eight years later…
Footsteps resounded in the quiet domed hall. The girl ran breathlessly through the marble, the click of her shoes ringing out sharply before she quickly ducked behind an ancient stone well hidden in the shadows.
She leaned her back against the cold stone wall, trying hard to steady her shaky breaths. Wide-eyed, she covered her mouth with a trembling hand to keep herself from crying out.
Then—
A cold wave of presence was drifting down towards her.
Before she realized it, a hand clattered on the wall near her head.
"Didn't I warn you?" a voice growled in a low tone right in her ear.
She gasped, writhing away, only to find herself looking into Walter's furious eyes.
