Trigger Warning: This chapter contains intense psychological trauma, physical violence, and emotionally disturbing content. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
"N-No more… please… no more…"
Florian's voice was barely audible now—dry, hoarse, and broken. It was more breath than sound, a pitiful whimper from a body and mind pushed far beyond the limits of pain and sanity.
He didn't know how long he'd been here. Time had ceased to exist. There was only agony.
He had seen too many visions—memories that didn't belong to him, but now lived inside him like splinters under skin. The original Florian's suffering—his abuse, his isolation, his unspoken cries for love. Each vision twisted something inside Florian until he couldn't tell if he was seeing someone else's past or his own.
And with every vision, came pain.
The same place. The same blade.
