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Chapter Fifteen: The Verdict of Wolves
Four Hours Later.Four long hours had crawled by in the suffocating silence of the underground detention hold. The room was dim, reeking of sweat and concrete, and Andrew sat shackled to the cold steel bench, his wrists raw from the chains. His mind had become a battlefield of rage, betrayal, and hollow hope. The ceiling fan above rotated slowly, barely pushing the heavy air, as if even it had given up trying to make this place breathable.He hadn’t slept. Couldn’t. Not with Cynthia’s lies still echoing in his ears. Not with Frank’s threats. Not with the eyes of the judge staring at him hours earlier like he was already rotting in a casket.When the clinking sound of keys reached his ears, his heart beat faster. The thick metal door screeched open, and two bailiffs in gray uniforms stepped inside. They didn’t speak. Their faces were void of emotion as they approached, keys dangling like instruments of fate. The elder of the two inserted the key and turned it with a heavy click.Andrew
Chapter Fourteen: The Trial of Shadows
The room held its breath.Heavy silence wrapped around the courtroom like a cold blanket, muffling the sound of whispers, coughs, and even the tapping of impatient fingers on polished wooden benches. People filled every seat, their eyes fixated on the chained young man standing in the center of it all. His wrists were bruised and bound, his once-sharp suit now wrinkled and dirtied from nights spent in a cold, unforgiving cell. Andrew stood still, the same way a soldier might stand when surrounded on all sides by enemy fire, and yet refusing to fall. His heart pounded within his chest, his ears drumming with the rhythm of his own pulse as he stared straight ahead, barely blinking.He had survived battles. He had survived betrayal. He had survived fire and blood and the long darkness of servitude. But nothing in all his years prepared him for this moment.Then he gazed at her.Cynthia.The moment she stepped into the light, everything else fell away. Her face was soft, almost angelic, f
Chapter Thirteen: Courtroom betrayal
Two hours later, the cold iron doors of the detention center creaked open once again. Chains clinked with every reluctant step Andrew took as he was dragged down the long, echoing hallway by two officers. His wrists were shackled tightly, the cuffs biting into his skin, and iron chains coiled around his waist and ankles, reducing his stride to a pitiful shuffle. He didn’t speak at first. He didn’t yell. His silence was not surrender. It was a silence heavy with a storm.As they passed through the open corridor toward the courtroom, Andrew noticed how the entire building seemed to fall quiet, as if everyone inside knew what was about to happen. His entrance would be nothing short of spectacle, a man already judged by the world before he had even been allowed to speak.The grand double doors to the court swung open.Inside, eyes turned toward him like sharp daggers. The gallery was filled to capacity. A suffocating silence choked the atmosphere. Every seat was taken, every spectator wai
Chapter Twelve: Shackles for the court
Three weeks later.Three weeks had passed since Andrew was locked away in that sterile, suffocating cell. He’d lost count of the days; the passage of time had become nothing but a blur. The only thing that gnawed at him in that unrelenting void of isolation was the unanswered question that never left his mind: Where on earth is Cynthia? What had Frank done to her?Andrew’s stomach churned at the thought of her being in the hands of that monster. Every inch of his body yearned for the sight of her—her smile, her voice, the feeling of safety she once provided. But in the stillness of his cell, there was only silence. There was nothing but the sound of his own breath and the hollow echo of his thoughts.His body was bruised from the harsh conditions of his confinement. The rough walls of the cell felt like they were closing in on him with each passing hour. The tiny barred window allowed just enough light to create the illusion of day and night, but nothing more. And yet, through it all,
Chapter Eleven : No other way
The moment the heavy silence between them broke, the tension in the police station shifted like a looming storm. Mrs. Edward, regal in her posture, stepped forward until the distance between her and Frank was nothing more than air tainted with accusation. Her voice was trembling, yet sharp enough to pierce through the tension that had thickened the station's air."Did you do it?!" she burst out, her lips quivering but her eyes unyielding. "Are you really the one that killed my husband? Did you mur..."Her words fell apart as Frank’s voice collided with hers like thunder."And so what if I did?" he said, calm but menacing, his steps closing the space between them. His tone wasn’t rushed or heated. It was chilling. Controlled. As if he had played out this exact moment in his head a thousand times during sleepless nights in darkness.She staggered slightly, shocked by his boldness."You all hoped I'd just rot in jail, disappear like dust in a storm. Ten years I spent in the shadows, ten
Chapter Eleven: Police Station
Andrew's entire body ached with pain as he was dragged across the gravel outside the police station. His feet scraped against the sharp edges of broken stones and dry sticks. Every step felt like knives were slicing into his skin. Blood smeared from his toes as he tried to resist, but the two police officers gripping his arms were merciless. Their boots thudded heavily on the pavement while he stumbled between them, too weak to fight back. The weight of betrayal, the shock of Frank’s return, and the haunting image of Cynthia being dragged away burned behind his eyes like fire.He tried to lift his head but the sunlight was sharp, stabbing into his vision and forcing him to squint. Through blurry eyes, he saw the heavy metal doors of the station swing open as they approached. Inside, the air was thick and dry. The reception area had a dead silence, except for the slow ticking of a dusty wall clock and the sound of a fan rotating above.Without a word, the officers shoved Andrew into th
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