PROLOGUE

It was like the credits in the end of a trilogy. Every character in my life, every villain in my story standing right in front of me, their lips curled up into blood-thirsty smile in this familiar rotting dungeon.

The love of my life stood beside me, tears flowing down his cheeks, making my heart ache. It was like there was nothing more torturous than that, not us being hostage and neither the sharp edge of the knife pressing deep into my skin.

The destroyer of my life, the jalour of of his' and the person I loved with all my heart until to the very core of it, stood side by side, all yearning for the epilogue of my book, my existence.

All wanting to commemorate the end of me, one way or another.

His eyes widened and theirs snapped with fire.

Boom.