To resist is to suffer. To obey is to die. Either way, I burn.

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Lily's POV

"I'm still here. I'm still alive," I whispered into the empty room.

Suddenly the door creaked.

I flinched as if the house itself had groaned in warning. My eyes snapped to the doorway and there he stood. The ghost. The nightmare. The boy who ruined my girlhood.

"Not for long, princess," Chase sneered, his voice soaked in mockery.

My breath was caught in my throat, but I forced it out

steady. "I'Il be the judge of that," I said, glaring, trying to keep the tremor from my voice.

I thought time and pain...