Chapter 18

                                    

                                          
I woke up with a groan, my body screaming in agony. The pain was relentless, and the medication the doctors prescribed seemed utterly ineffective, offering no respite from the suffering.
I urgently needed to use the bathroom, but I was unable to get up on my own. Struggling to reach the small bell beside my bed, I finally grasped it and rang out for assistance. Within seconds, a maid appeared, ready to help me with basic needs I could no longer manage alone, hindered as I was by my inability to walk.
The maid, her face a picture of kindness, quickly assessed my needs. "Let me help you to the bathroom," she said gently, offering her arm for support.
I leaned on her, grateful for her assistance, as she expertly guided me to the bathroom. The relief was palpable as I finally attended to my urgent needs.
Returning to bed, she helped me settle in comfortably. "Would you like some water or pain medication?" she asked.
I nodded, my throat parched. She handed me a glass of cool water and helped me take my medication.
As she finished assisting me, I felt a wave of gratitude. "Thank you," I said sincerely.
"Dr. Smith is here to see you."
The maid stepped aside, allowing the doctor to enter. Dr. Smith's kind face and compassionate eyes put me at ease.
"Good morning," Dr. Smith said, approaching my bedside. "How are you feeling today?"
"Not good doctor, not good at all" I signed 
Dr. Smith's expression turned sympathetic, her eyes filled with compassion. "Let's take a closer look," she said gently, pulling up a chair beside my bed.
She began examining my legs, checking for sensation and movement. I winced in pain as she manipulated my limbs.
"Honestly, it's too early to tell," Dr. Smith said, her voice measured. "Your injury is severe, and recovery will take time. But with intensive physical therapy and rehabilitation, there's a chance you may regain some mobility."
"Some mobility?" I repeated, my voice laced with concern.
Dr. Smith nodded. "It's possible you may not fully recover the use of your legs. But we'll do everything possible to maximize your potential."
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. The thought of never walking again was daunting.
"What are the chances?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Dr. Smith hesitated before responding. "Realistically, it's 50/50. But I want you to focus on the positive. Every patient is different, and miracles happen."
I felt a lump form in my throat. 50/50. Those odds seemed insurmountable.
As the tear rolled down my cheek, I felt a wave of despair wash over me. Regret and what-ifs swirled in my mind like a maelstrom
Memories flooded my thoughts: the party, the laughter, the charming smile of the man who had seemed so genuine. 
I regret my life, I regret not listening to Adrik, I regret meeting that man.
Meeting that man has led to unbearable consequences.
After the party, Adrik's smile twisted into a sinister grin. He dragged me down to the damp, dimly lit dungeon, the air thick with the stench of decay. The sound of dripping water echoed through the cold corridors. The air grew thick with malevolence as he slammed the door shut.
Without t hesitation, Adrik's brutality surfaced. He stripped me bare, binding my wrists and ankles to the cold, unforgiving bedframe. The first lash of his belt cut through the air, striking my skin with a sickening crack. I screamed, my voice bouncing off the stone walls.
"Count!" Adrik barked.
I stuttered, "One... two... three..." Each lash shredded my skin, my voice faltering.
At ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred, Adrik dropped the belt, his chest heaving. For an instant, I thought it was over. His belt cracked through the silence, each lash searing my skin. I counted, my voice trembling, as the agony mounted.
As the final blow fell, Adrik released me, but only momentarily. His eyes blazed with fury as he prepared to bind me once more. Seizing the fleeting opportunity, I summoned every last shred of strength and kicked him in the face.
Adrik's enraged roar echoed through the dungeon. His retaliation was merciless. He grabbed my broken leg, twisting it until bones snapped. I shrieked as flames engulfed my limbs, the agony consuming me. My leg twisted unnaturally, shattered beneath his wrath. The sickening crunch still resonates in my mind.
The agony intensified as flames engulfed my broken limbs, an inferno of suffering that threatened to consume me. 
Trapped in a living nightmare, I awoke to find myself submerged in a scorching pot, suspended over raging flames. The blistering heat devoured my already shattered body.
I lay helpless, my body submerged in scalding water, as the flames licked the edges of the pot. Adrik's face appeared above me, twisted in a grotesque grin.
My screams were drowned out by the crackling fire and bubbling water. My skin felt like it was being flayed alive, peeling off in layers.
The agony was unbearable. I prayed for unconsciousness. My body was in excruciating pain; I couldn't stand, so I was laying there, helpless and trapped. The scalding water and flames tormented me, peeling off my skin in layers.
As the heat intensified, my vision began to blur. Suddenly, the pot's lid opened, and Adrik's hand reached in, grasping my hair. He pulled me out, my body floppy and scalded. I collapsed onto the stone floor, gasping for air. 
Любимая (my beloved ),don't misunderstand my devotion. I won't abide infidelity. You're free to do as you please, моя любимая, but cross me, and you'll face my unrelenting fury. Not even the depths of hell will shelter you from my vengeance.
That was the last thing I remembered Adrik saying before I passed out. But that was two weeks ago. Despite my fragile state, Adrik insisted on proceeding with our wedding plans, scheduling it for just a week after the incident. The doctor advised against it, citing my health concerns, but Adrik refused to listen. He gave me only two weeks to recover, and now that time is up. The end of the week is today, which means our wedding is set for tomorrow. tomorrow, I would be forced to marry the man who had shattered my world.
I had always envisioned my dream wedding: exchanging vows with the love of my choice, walking down the aisle with my mom by my side. But life had other plans. Instead, I found myself in a nightmare scenario, a stark contrast to my cherished dreams. I would be rolling down the aisle in a wheelchair, bound to a man who filled my heart with dread, not joy. The irony was suffocating, a cruel twist of fate.
The soft click of the door snapped me back to reality. Lost in thought, I hadn't even noticed the doctor and maid leaving my room. With a weary sigh, I decided to surrender to my exhaustion and take a nap, hoping that sleep would provide a temporary escape from my dire circumstances.



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