Kanari was a simple young woman kind and gentle. But everything changed when a serial killer abducted her and stole her future. Her life was thrown into darkness, yet through her suffering, she unknowingly brought back hope to Xantheus a man who had long lost the will to live. In taking her, he found a reason to live again.
Prologue
I wished for you to die in the most painful, brutal way imaginable. I wanted you to suffer the same cruelty you inflicted on your victims. I prayed for your death-slow, inhumane, and merciless.
You're not God. So how do you kill so easily, without remorse? You're not deaf, but you didn't hear their screams-their cries begging for mercy.
I hate you. With every breath I take, I hate you more. If I could have one wish, it would be your death.
But... why?
Why can't I do it? Why can't I kill you, even after you told me to?
Why? Why does it hurt me when you're hurt? Why do I still pray you come home safe, unharmed, not caught by the police?
Even in death, even in the afterlife-I can't let go of you.
Xantheus...
News Report
The body of the missing teenage girl has been found. After three long months of searching, her body was discovered floating in the river in Cainta, Rizal, just after midnight. Authorities confirmed the tragic end to what had been a desperate search. Residents-especially women-are urged to remain alert and cautious.
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"Mom, I'm leaving now," I said, grabbing my bag and walking over to kiss her cheek.
"Come home early, sweetheart. You saw the news. It's not safe out there," she warned.
"Stuff like that won't reach our place," I joked, laughing a little. But she looked at me sharply.
"Okay, okay! I'll be home early. I promise-you'll see me before dark," I said, kissing her cheek again.
"Alright, go on. Just don't stay out late," she said as she turned off the TV. I nodded and stepped outside.
I should have listened.
I should have come home early, just like she said.
"Dance. I said dance!"
I flinched at his voice, loud and angry, followed by the crash of a beer bottle smashing against the wall.
Shards of glass scattered across the floor.
I was crying, shaking my head, begging with my eyes. He clenched his jaw, staring at me with pure rage.
It's been three months since he forced me into his car that Friday night. I was on my way home from a group study when it happened.
He pressed a cloth over my face something soaked in chemicals.I passed out almost instantly.
When I woke up, my hands were tied to the headboard. I didn't understand why he had taken me. Was it for money?
No. We weren't rich. And he clearly wasn't poor, judging by the house and his lifestyle.
I couldn't make sense of it.
He raped me. Repeatedly. Every single day, for a week straight. No breaks, no mercy. Just pain and exhaustion until I could barely move.
That tiny red room became my entire world.
I begged over and over, but he never listened.
"I said dance," he said coldly from the couch. He watched me, wearing nothing but the maroon bra and panties he gave me.
"Dance, or I'll kill you," he added in the same chilling tone.
I shut my eyes as tears rolled down my cheeks. Slowly, I started to move my hips-against my will-just to survive.
I heard him chuckle softly. I kept my eyes closed. I didn't want to see his face.
He kept me locked in that big house for three months. I was never allowed outside-unless he was with me.
He brought me food, books, and let me watch TV to keep me "entertained." But every day, I tried to escape.
I tried so many times, but I always failed. The doors were locked. The windows sealed.
Once, he caught me trying to get out. He tied my hands and feet and didn't give me food for an entire day. That day felt like hell itself.
Every day, all I could think about was my family. They must've been looking for me. My mom must've been crying nonstop. Maybe she hadn't eaten or slept since I disappeared.
If only I'd listened to her that day...
None of this would've happened.
"Come here," he ordered.
I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was touching his lips, eyes locked on mine. I took a deep breath and walked over, trembling.
I was terrified of him. Just one glance from him made me want to pass out.
"Please... let me go," I whispered, trying to sound brave.
He grabbed my hand and gently pulled me onto his lap. One hand moved up to my neck.
"Never," he said.
"Please... just let me go," I pleaded again.
"What a waste. I was hoping we'd be together forever," he replied, cold as ever.
I burst into tears. Who would want to spend forever with a monster?
"If that's the case, then just kill me," I said, my voice shaking. "Isn't that what you're going to do anyway? Just kill me now."
He laughed-this horrible, deranged laugh.
"Who said i will kill you? You're wrong. We're going to be together... forever."
"You're insane!" I screamed.
He didn't reply. Instead, he kissed my neck, then my jaw.
I squeezed my eyes shut, crying, helpless.
And once again, he took me again and again until he was too tired to move.
When will this nightmare end?
When will I finally escape this hell?
If only I had listened to my mother that day...
None of this would have happened.
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