👉 Previous decision: You and Ethan were locked in the vault corridor.
Mara’s voice, calm and chillingly amplified, echoed through the wall intercom. “You have what you came for, Ethan. And now you’ll have what you deserve.”
A low hiss filled the air. “The vault’s air-scrubbing system is now engaged,” Mara announced. “Oxygen levels will begin to deplete. Slowly.”
My eyes darted around the confined space. Panic clawed at my throat. Ethan’s face was etched with terror.
Through a reinforced glass window at the far end of the corridor, a control desk became visible. And standing guard over Mara’s control desk was a figure that made Ethan freeze solid.
It was her. His long-lost fiancée. Alive.
But her eyes were vacant, a faraway look in their depths. Her body was still, rigid, as if held upright by unseen strings. Completely brainwashed and mute.
“Julian’s work,” Ethan whispered, his voice raw with agony. “Heavy psychiatric sedation. He always had a special touch for breaking people.”
A fresh wave of rage, cold and absolute, washed over him. He spotted a heavy pneumatic demolition jack in a forgotten corner – one of the tools from my old contractor kit, left behind in the boiler room.
He grabbed it, his hands moving with renewed purpose. With a guttural roar, he aimed the jack at the thick iron frame of the security door that separated us from the control room.
The deafening pneumatic hammer slammed into the metal. The corridor vibrated. Steel shrieked.
Just as the iron frame began to buckle under the assault, a low, powerful rumble vibrated from the alley above. Heavy engines.
The ground shook. Viktor Kostov was here.
➡️ Read CHAPTER 15 to continue the story.
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