Chapter 6 – Reaching the Limit, Part 2

  The stormy night heralded the tempest that was about to unfold. The atmosphere of the ceremony was festive; the music drowned out the thunder outside, and the Dokovic brothers had made their move. They had only a few minutes to rescue Yuna, her sister, and escape unnoticed.

  “Where is she?” Vincent demanded, addressing Ben, who stood in one of the hallways leading to Devon's office.

  “You’re too late,” the young man with the snake tattoo replied mockingly, watching them approach. “She’s all ours now, and we’ll use her as we please. This time, you won’t be able to interfere.”

  He ended his statement with a sharp, taunting tone. However, Vincent’s reaction took him completely by surprise. Within seconds, Vincent, ablaze with fury, had grabbed him by the neck, lifting him a foot off the ground. His eyes glowed a bloody red, burning with anger.

  “I’m known for a patience I currently lack,” Vincent said, tightening his grip around Ben’s neck. “I have no qualms about killing scum like you. If you’re so determined to be loyal to your boss, that’s admirable—but prepare to face the consequences.”

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  “Do you know why I brought you here?” Devon asked Yuna as he removed his mask and placed it on the desk.

  Devon was a man who commanded respect at first glance. Average in height but broad-shouldered, he was undeniably attractive. His piercing blue eyes contrasted with his jet-black hair and sun-kissed skin. Combined with his gentlemanly style, he exuded an air of sophistication. However, his eyes—those penetrating, inscrutable eyes—were what unsettled Yuna the most, especially as she found herself alone with him in his office.

  His measured way of speaking, his enigmatic gaze, and the sheer presence that made her feel small all triggered warning bells in her heart. They urged her to leave. But her analytical mind pushed back, convincing her that it was all in her imagination. "He's my boss; what could he possibly do?" "Besides, my sister and a room full of people saw me leave with him. They’d blame him if something happened to me..." "I’ve clearly watched too many movies, and my mind is running wild."

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  “Because of my exceptional work at the company?” she responded nervously, forcing out a chuckle.

  “Hmm… yes, in a way…” Devon replied, stepping closer to her.

  He raised a hand, intending to touch her face, but Yuna, already on high alert, swatted it away.

  “Who do you think you are, trying to lay a hand on me? Watch yourself!” Yuna snapped, her anger boiling over.

  “Even after all these centuries, you’re still the same,” Devon replied, a satisfied smirk forming on his lips. He withdrew his hand and returned to his desk.

  “The same? Centuries? What are you even talking about?” Yuna retorted, stepping back.

  “Ah, yes. You don’t remember your past life…” Devon said after a brief pause, circling his desk. “This little gift I have for you should help bring those memories back.”

  He finished his sentence, reaching for a small black velvet box on the desk.

  As always in situations like this, Yuna’s heart overpowered her reason. Only now, as she realized she was in the depths of a metaphorical abyss, did she wonder why she hadn’t listened to her instincts.

  “Who are you?” she demanded, her body tense, her eyes flicking toward the door.

  “That no longer matters,” Devon replied as he opened the elegant box.

  Inside was a stunning gemstone, a jasper shaped like a teardrop. The moment Yuna’s eyes landed on the entrancing stone, it began to glow, emitting a vibrant light and an overwhelming fragrance. Suddenly, her body felt numb, her limbs trembled, her sweat turned cold and uneven, and a flood of images began to race through her mind.

  “What is this?” Yuna murmured, unaware that her lips had moved.

  The scenes in her mind were foreign yet vivid, filled with pain, suffering, and blood—so much blood. A colossal war between beings that could only exist in human imagination unfolded before her eyes. Disfigured bodies of men, women, and children became the focus of each scene. The images were not fantasies; they felt like buried memories clawing their way to the surface, trying to seize control of her mind.

  This wasn’t fiction; it was real. She saw through someone else’s eyes, fought with their hands, and felt their anguish in her heart.

  “It’s you. Your true self,” Devon declared, his voice rising with sinister delight.

  “No!” Yuna cried out, her voice trembling as she clutched her head, overwhelmed by the torrent of images and crippled with fear.

  “Don’t resist! Let it out!” Devon’s voice rang out, alternating between laughter and triumphant shouts.

  “No! That’s not me! No!” Yuna screamed, shaking her head frantically, tears streaming down her face as she collapsed to the floor in a near-fetal position.

  For the first time in her life, Yuna wished for everything to end rather than endure the relentless onslaught in her mind. She needed help but couldn’t utter another word. She was frozen—her body and mind split, walking separate paths. If this was the end, she’d accept it gratefully, as long as the torment stopped.