-30 Days Later-
Standing outside the clubhouse in nothing but a heavy trench coat that goes down to my ankles, I wish my brother would've killed me. It would be better than the emptiness inside me now. The night he took me, I thought I could appeal to the humanity in him, the bond I thought all siblings had. But when he took me to his hideout that night, tied me to a bed, and r***d me the first time, I realized the truth— there is nothing human left in Kirill.
That night was just the beginning. By the two-week mark, I begged him to kill me.
Tonight, without anyone noticing, he brought me back and left me outside the gate. He didn't lie, though. He told Eoin he'd give me back— broken and in pieces.
Reaching my hand out, I grind my teeth against the pain of gripping the doorkno
