<h4>Chapter 148: Please...Let Me Go</h4>


    <strong>Lucian’s POV</strong>


    The entire ce had been vacated of anyone’s presence. Just us.


    Every trace of what had happened here a few weeks before on this same ground—how we punished those bastards who had everid hands on her or even looked at her—was erased, as if nothing had ever happened.


    Those bastards Luis and Paul, and everyone who participated in torturing her—their souls must be crying, wondering why they ever did it.


    This prison, the very ce where her torment began... we had to bring her here. I wasn’t in favor of it, but I had to give it a chance, hoping it would bring some peace and healing to her by making her face her fear and pain.


    Roman continued walking, holding her hand, while she kept her head lowered, unable to protest anymore. Walking behind them, I felt the urge to just pull her back to me and whisk her away from here.


    "Don’t even think about it." A voice came from behind me—Rafe.


    He seemed to have already seen through my thoughts.


    I turned to him, only to find his eyes shift toward Kael, who walked at the very front. His steps were steady, his back straight, his presence unyielding, like an immovable wall.


    "The one who’s hurting the most is him," Rafe said. "Don’t fail him. Stay put—for his sake."


    I raised a brow at him, but he only moved past, striding forward until he joined Kael.


    <i>The bastard. What did he mean by that?</i>


    Anyway, I focused back on Eira, who was walking ahead of me. But then I realized something and looked behind. Jason was trailing us, lost somewhere in his own thoughts. His steps felt forced, as if every inch of him resisted being here.


    It reminded me of the day when we went to see Eira in the prison. Damn!


    Now my own steps felt heavy, my body weighed down, struggling to follow her anymore. <i>Is she going to remember that day as well?</i>


    The thought made me want to kill myself, to bury myself somewhere. Yet both of us followed them anyway.


    We entered the building—a central hall with empty counters where no employees were present, doors leading to the in-charge offices, and then the passage toward the prison cells.


    Eira moved behind Roman, as if hiding herself from the world. Her head wouldn’t lift, the side of her face hidden beneath her hair. I could clearly see her body shaking.


    Kael looked at Roman. "Go ahead."


    "Eira, we have to head inside," he told her.


    She didn’t budge, continuing to hide behind him. He slowly turned to face her, her head still lowered. "There is something we need to do, and I want you toe with me."


    She shook her head lightly in protest. He cupped her face in his hands and made her look at him. Her eyes were moist as she shook her head once more.


    "I’ming with you. You are not alone," he told her in a soft tone. "Don’t be scared."


    She opened her mouth to say something, but the words failed her. Fear made her unable to form even a single word.


    "Get going already," Kael’s cold voice cut through. His face was rigid, devoid of emotion, his jaw hardened as he spoke. "Or I will have to drag her there myself."


    If Roman was ying a good guy, someone had to y the bad guy. Kael himself had already decided he would be the one to y that role.


    She trembled at these words, and Roman said, "Let’s go. I will protect you from what you fear. I am an Alpha. I can beat anything, anyone. Or... do you want Kael to apany you?"


    She froze at those words and shook her head, lowering it once more.


    Roman held her hand firmly this time and made her walk with him. I knew he hated doing it, but he hardened his resolve.


    The ce was entirely silent, and we could hear our own ragged heartbeats. Hers was the loudest of all, as if her heart might explode at any moment.


    When they were out of the sight, on the multiple screens mounted on the wall, we watched the footage through the security cameras.


    Roman guided her through the silent corridor, lit by dim lights, passing by various prison cells—all of them empty. After a while, they stopped in front of the one where Eira had spent her time here as a criminal.


    The door was opened, and Roman led her inside. The wide screen in front of us now showed the view from that cell, lit with a single light in the center that cast faint illumination across the dark walls.


    Eira, frozen in ce, refused to take a single step forward from the door, not allowing Roman to lead her further inside.


    Her free hand clutched her dress tightly, her eyes squeezed shut as she shook her head.


    "Please take me back!" she pleaded in a low, trembling voice, almost inaudible.


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    Just like us, Roman’s expression hardened as he forced himself not to give in to her request. Though we weren’t the ones leading her there, we could feel the weight of his struggle.


    Roman looked at her for a moment, then released her hand. Before she could realize what was happening, he stepped out of the door and closed it behind him. It locked on its own.


    Without turning back to look at her, he walked away.


    She quickly turned around at the sound and rushed to grab the bars of the door, shaking them violently, her hands gripping the thick metal. "Open the door!" her desperate voice cut through the silence of the prison.


    The sound of the rattling door echoed through the hall.


    I was sure we were going to hate ourselves for this, another reason of the guilt and a sin werementing towards her.


    And she was going to hate us even more. First we tested drugs on her and now this. Both the things we did despite knowing the kind of pain it will bring her.


    <i>If there is truly a hell that torments the souls till the eternity, I wished to go to that hell.</i>


    "Please, open the door," she screamed again and again, her cries bouncing off the walls. "Don’t leave me here... I’m scared... please don’t leave me... Open the door... they wille... monsters... they wille... please let me go..."


    Her cries hurt more than anything ever had. My chest felt unbearably heavy, tears threatened to spill from my eyes. The others were no different.


    Only those few minutes of her abuse in that video was unbearable to watch for us, while she had endure it, not just a those few minutes but for six years. Suddenly, I didn’t just hate myself, but the entire world.


    No wonder she wished to kill each and everyone and hated this world. Now I wanted to tell her that: <i>alright, I will help you destroy this world. It doesn’t deserve to exist after the pain it caused you. And at the end you can even kill me. So you are left alone with your pets, living a peaceful life ahead.</i>


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