Eva's Reckoning
I remember every second of what he did to me. The way he laughed. The way he looked at me like I was nothing. Tonight, the power is mine. He’s here, asleep on my couch, unaware that the drink I gave him was laced. When he wakes up, tied to that chair, he’ll see me—not as a victim, but as the one in control. This isn’t about justice. This is about balance.My hands don’t shake as I adjust the straps around his wrists. The drug took longer than I expected, but now he’s out cold—slumped in the chair like a puppet with cut strings. I watch his chest rise and fall, steady, unaware. This is the man who ruined months of my life. Who smiled at me like he cared, then took everything.
I wet a cloth and press it to his face. He stirs. His eyes flutter open, confused at first, then widening as he sees me—and the room. The chair. The bindings.
"Eva? What… what’s going on?"
I smile. Soft. Calm. "You don’t get to ask questions. Not tonight. Tonight, you listen. You feel. You remember what you did."
Sergino
works: 16
Veins of Betrayal
In the ruins of Neo-Carolina, a brutal reality show called *The Hunt* turns ordinary citizens into killers. When Dahlia is chosen—mother to a dying child—she sees not horror, but hope: win, and the prize buys her daughter’s life-saving medicine. But the others are no easy prey. John, Roxy, Laura, David, Eva—they all fight for their own reasons. Your decisions shape who she becomes: monster, martyr, or mother.
Snowy mountain rescue
A female spy named Jenna sent to a snowy mountain.
Ashes of the Mockingjay
I’m still breathing. That’s the first thing I know. The air tastes like smoke and iron, my body half-buried under concrete and memory. Leeg 2 isn’t moving. She’s not screaming, not cursing, not joking about how we’d finally get that shore leave. She’s gone. And I’m alone in the wreckage of a war we were supposed to win together. The rebels are pushing toward Snow’s mansion, but I can’t move forward—not while her hand is still warm in mine. They called us identical, interchangeable. But she was the one with the laugh that cut through fear. I’m just what’s left behind.
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