Chapter 45 Beneath The Vent
Chapter 45 Beneath The Vent
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That kind of man was ced in power in the United Factions? I couldn’t believe it. All the stories I <b>had </b><b>heard </b>about <b>him </b>being an advocate for students‘ rights slipped through my fingers like water. It was clear he was just another man in a position of
power.
As I stepped out of his office, I suddenly understood <b>what </b>I had be. Fodder. A factionless freak.
Still, I held my head high as eyesnded on me. The badges on everyone’s cors glimmered like silent warnings, signaling thand was an outsider in a world where conformity <b>ruled</b>.
By the time I reached our first ss, the atmosphere hadn’t improved.
“Hey!” Rowan greeted, wrapping <b>an </b>arm around my shoulder. I sighed, turning to meet his gaze, trying to muster as much. sincerity as I could. <b>His </b>eyes showed something–concern? With that, he slowly withdrew <b>his </b>arm.
Thanks,” I muttered, redirecting my attention to the board. I couldn’t <b>shake </b>the feeling that I was an unwanted presence.
By the first break, I found myself all alone. Tessa <b>had </b>another ss, leaving me <b>with </b>little choice but to grab a drink from the vending machine before escaping to the gardens.
However, before I could even reach the door, a cold ssh <b>hit </b>my back first, soaking my button–up and the white tank top underneath. The sticky scent of fruit juice filled my nostrils, andughter echoed in the halls,
I turned slowly, my heart racing, to see Sienna and her friends giggling. “Sienna,” I muttered.
“You’re factionless,” she said sweetly. “Who are you going to tell? Hmm?”
“What’s the matter?” another girl chimed in, striking a pose indicative of exaggerated pity. “You think you’re better <b>than </b>us now? Just because the Alphas want you
They don’t want her,” Sienna sncered, her eyes narrowing. “They <b>want </b>her body. That’s all. That’s what you’re good for, isn’t it. Arden?”
I met her gaze head–on, swallowing the bitterness rising in my throat. “Then maybe you should be d to take my ce.” Her smile faltered–the tiniest <b>crack </b>in her facade. And that was enough for me to turn and walk away before things turned for the worse.
My clothes <b>clung </b>ufortably to my skin. I pushed open the heavy bathroom <b>door</b>, relief flooding through <b>me </b>as I found myself alone. For a brief moment, the <b>silence </b>felt like oxygen, lifting the weight off my <b>shoulders</b>. I stood under the <b>harsh </b>lights, staring at my reflection in the mirror
I sighed, removed my button–up, and ran it under the cold water. The coldness sent a shiver down my spine, but I scrubbed everyst drop of the pink drink they had flung onto my back.
Then I leaned forward, uùng the hand <b>dryer </b>to try and dry my tank top. The hot air sted the damp fabric, intensifying the way a clung to my skin.
I fuse the cotton ringing to my fingers forgotten as the voices of two guys grew closer. <b>Panic </b>surged through me <b>as </b>I walked to the door leaning slightly to listen. <ol><li>wh. biezuia said she went inside </li></ol>
The scents were approaching so I <b>quickly </b>locked the door and backed away, covering my mouth with my hands to stifle any
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The doorknob jiggled, <b>and </b>I shut my eyes tightly for a moment, bracing <b>myself </b>against the wall as their teasing voices filtered through
“You’re filming, right? Go live on the Aftersound already.”
My heart raced as I desperately hoped for theirughter to fade away,
“Come on. <b>Arden</b>, a low voice <b>said </b>outside. “You don’t have to throw yourself at <b>Alphas</b>. I’ve got a decent score too. I’ll make you feel good.”
My blood went ice cold. I opened my eyes <b>as </b>adrenaline coursed through my veins. The doorknob continued to jiggle, persistent as a dog barking <b>for </b>attention. “She locked it!”
Bang.
A loud m reverberated through the room, making my heartbeat quicken.
“Don’t worry. I’ll break it <b>down</b>.”
<b>Panic </b>wed at my throat like a desperate animal. I backed away instinctively, my eyes darting around. I spun in ce, frantically searching for anything <b>that </b>might help me escape.
Then, in the corner of my eye, I spotted a glimmer of hope–<b>an </b>air vent. It wasn’t particrly wide, but I could squeeze through.
With urgency surging through me, I yanked off the cover and scrambled up, wincing as I scraped my arm in the process. Just as the door creaked behind me, I slithered into the duct, pulling the grate half–shut in an attempt to shield myself from <b>the </b>impending intruders.
Their voices echoed faintly below, a cruel reminder of the danger I was in. But I was already crawling away from them, pushing myself deeper into the darkness of the vent.
The metal felt cold against my <b>hands </b><b>and </b>knees, a contrast to the heat ignited by fear. I crawled forward, breath by shallow breath, whispering curses under my <b>breath </b>to keep my mind upied. The stench of <b>dust </b>and regret was suffocating. My elbow throbbed from the scrape, and every tiny shift in the duct sent creaks reverberating back into the stillness, making me hold my breath.
Suddenly. I passed an open grate, and my eyes widened in shock at the sight below. <b>In </b>a <b>dimly </b>lit ssroom, were caught in a heated moment. I recoiled instinctively, shoving myself forward.
two students
It took what felt like an eternity to find another <b>opening</b>, but I pressed on. A few momentster, relief surged through me <b>as </b>I spotted a vent that opened into <b>a </b>shadowy room.
I kicked it open, my heart racing, and dropped down,nding sofily on my feet with a muted thud.
The room was lined withputers–though these looked nothing like the ones we worked with in our PC rooms. They were different, custom–built with multiple GPUs <b>and </b>cables sprawled across the <b>floor</b>,
“What the hell is this ce?” I murmured, stepping cautiously deeper into the dimness.
Just as I turned toward the glowing monitors, a hand shot out and yanked nie back.
My breath caught in my throat, and a second hand mped down over my mouth, silencing my scream before I could even
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i futdrly, my elbow hiring a solid body. Nothing worked. Whoever had me was strong–far stronger than I <b>was</b>. I take a sound, thar pressure of his hand muffling even the slightest whimper of protest
Eity brata st chest, and I was pushed gently, yes firmly, against the wall behind a cluster of desks. My breath stuttered in
ry that. The star blue lights cast shadows on the floor, <b>but </b>he remained hidden within the <b>dark</b><b>. </b>
“Be quiet for whispered.
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That voice
My eyes gradually adjusted to the gloom, capturing the outline of a familiar face. A sharp jawline. Tousled <b>hair</b>. A scent that sent a thrill through my veins.
Cade?”
I managed to whisper, my voice muffled against his palm, but he must’ve heard me. Slowly, he removed his hand, his warmth lingering <b>against </b>my skin.
Turning to face him, I felt my mouth part in disbelief, my heart still hammering away. “What are you doing here?” I asked.
He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, in <b>that </b>cramped, narrow space between desk and wall, he drew me <b>into </b>him.
My body stiffened instinctively, but I didn’t pull away.
His lips brushed against the shell of my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “Someone’sing, he murmured.
Suddenly, I heard it too.
Footsteps.
Heavy, ominous ones.
The door creaked open, and I felt my heart skip a beat as I squeezed my eyes shut.