Possession

Esteria's head pounded as she fought to keep her breathing steady. The ropes around her wrists burned, but the real pain came from the name she had just heard—Vincent. Her stomach twisted. The mere sound of it was enough to send her back to that night, to the warmth of his hands just before he had driven a blade into her heart.

Footsteps echoed down the dimly lit corridor. Slow. Measured. Then, a familiar voice, smooth as ever, slithered into her ears.

"I knew you weren't dead."

Esteria lifted her head, her golden eyes locking onto the man who had once been her everything. Vincent stood in the doorway, his dark hair falling over sharp, handsome features. The same face that had once smiled at her with devotion now held a cruel smirk.

She refused to flinch. "Disappointed?"