A Love That Never Was

e, my heart, my soul. Tonight was the night. The Harrison Award ceremony. I had chosen a simple, elegant dark blue dress, a stark contrast to the lab coat I

mered against my ribs. What was that? I wasn't expecting anyone. My lab was

e trembling slightly. No answe

, hulking shadows against the dim emergency lights. They wore dark c

me as they moved with a swift, brutal efficiency. I cried out, struggling, but

voice hoarse with terror. My lab was loc

held up a familiar silver keycard. My stomach dropped. I recognized it instantly.

don't have anything valuable here, just my research.

voice raspy. "We're here for you. And your precious research." He gestured

ainty. My sister. She had sent them. The thought was

streaming down my face. "Don't.

arm, twisting it painfully behind my back. I cried out as he shoved me towards

table," the rasp

t with a ferocity I didn't know I possessed, kicking, scratching, biting. I bit the

linding force. My head snapped back, hitting the edge of a heavy lab equipment. A fla

above my own body. The men, their faces now conto

sped, his voice high-pitched. "T

her head! Let's

ied footsteps, then the slam of the lab do

ed, but still on. One last desperate act. I felt a surge of adrenaline, a primal will to survive. My head was pounding, the world spinning. I couldn't see the screen, b

distant, tinny sou

rely a whisper. "Help... I'm... I

rustration, not concern. "Cheslie? What is it now? I told you, I'm alre

intered further. "No... not dram

Stop trying to ruin her night for attention. I don't know what kind of stunt this is, but it's not working. Jus

. The line

me. They never would. Jetta's wish. She had always wanted me gone. Now, she had her wish.