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I felt their warmth as they mixed with my own.
The knowledge that Ikhax had manipulated our love story, turning our dreams into a mirage, was a cut deeper than any blade.
But in that agonizing moment, bound together under the most dangerous circumstances, we found strength in each other.
Our shared pain, our shared hope was the glue that held us together.
Kuana’s breath began to steady, the violent hue of his eyes dimming.
It was working.
“Stay with me,” I murmured, my voice quaking, trying to drown out the malevolent laughter of Ikhax that surrounded us.
And as the minutes ticked by, the danger ebbed.
Kuana’s eyes lost their violet sheen, returning to their familiar shade.
But the trauma of the moment, the vulnerability we felt, remained imprinted on us.
We had been pawns, but in this instance, we had turned the tables on Ikhax’s cruel plan, albeit temporarily.
Ikhax, observing the scene unfold, frowned, clearly displeased.
The cocky confidence he exuded was replaced by a chilling determination. “Enough of this,” he said, his voice filled with a finality that sent shivers down my spine.
His gaze, cold and unyielding, met mine. “We’re leaving Ikmal. Now.”
* * *
Ikhax’s men, like spectres, surrounded Kuana and me, their touch as cold as the restraints that bound us.
The gloomy corridor of Ikmal echoed with our combined footsteps and the muffled sounds of the other prisoners.
It was strange, as we moved past them, how they seemed to diminish, blending with the shadows.
Their gazes, hollow and devoid of hope, slid away from us.
The atmosphere was thick with resignation.
We had shared stories, bartered for scraps, and listened to their dreams of freedom.
But now, at the very moment when unity could have been their strength, they turned their backs.
I felt a pang of sorrow for them.
This prison, with its torment and hopelessness, had broken their spirits, molding them into perfect captives.
Each step we took felt like a weight, dragging us further into the unknown.
I tried to make eye contact, hoping to find an ally or some semblance of understanding.
But their detachment was resolute.
Ikmal had done its job too well; no heroics, no last-minute rescues.
We were truly on our own.
The ship we were led to towered over us, casting a large and ominous shadow.
