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The heat of the water burned Whitney’s skin, and the suffocating intensity of Ludwik’s presence made it hard for her to breathe. His grip was like iron, holding her in place as though he were trying to merge them into one. She couldn’t escape, and no matter how hard she fought, her body was betraying her—betraying everything she had once known about strength, about control.
Ludwik’s words echoed in her mind, each one like a lash. You always come back to me… You belong to me… The weight of his claim pressed on her chest, and she felt trapped in a nightmare she had longed to escape. She wanted to scream, to push him away, but in the tangled mess of emotions, the confusion, the fear, and the overwhelming need to break free, she couldn’t find her voice.
This isn’t you… she thought, but she couldn’t convince herself. She couldn’t deny the truth in his words. This was Ludwik—her Ludwik, the one who had once been everything to her, even when he had hurt her. And now, standing in front of her with his fierce grip, she felt as if she were still tethered to him, unable to sever the bond that had been forged in both love and pain.
He kissed her again, his lips harsh, possessive, leaving no room for air, no room for escape. Every part of her screamed to break free, to claw her way out of this situation, but her body betrayed her. Her hands, once pushing against him, now hesitated, caught between the need to escape and the undeniable magnetism that had always existed between them.
Tears blurred her vision as she fought to gather her thoughts, but the overwhelming rush of emotions was too much. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of contradictions—desire, fear, love, and loathing. Was she still the same person who had walked away from him before? Or had everything she feared about herself become true? Was she still just his, even after everything?
“Ludwik…” she whispered, her voice barely audible, pleading, but the words felt like a ghost escaping her lips.
His response was a low murmur, his forehead pressed against hers, his breath hot and ragged. “You’re mine, Whitney,” he breathed, his grip tightening again. “And you’ll always come back to me. You know that.”
The helplessness of it all overwhelmed her. Was she really trapped in this cycle, always coming back to him, no matter how hard she tried to move forward? She couldn’t tell anymore, couldn’t see a way out. Her mind screamed for clarity, but all she could hear was the sound of their hearts, pounding in the space between them.
In that moment, Whitney realized something crucial—something that had been buried beneath the surface for so long. She was caught in the web of the past, a web woven with both love and destruction. And no matter how many times she tried to escape, no matter how far she ran, she could never outrun the gravity of Ludwik’s pull.
But that didn’t mean she had to stay there. That didn’t mean she had to let this define her life.
With all the strength she could muster, Whitney pushed back against him, forcing space between them. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she stared up at him, her chest heaving. “No, Ludwik. I’m not yours anymore. I’m not,” she said, her voice shaking but firm, each word a declaration of defiance.
The tension in the air thickened, the silence stretching between them like a taut rope, ready to snap. But Whitney, despite the confusion, despite the aching pull of everything she had once known, stood her ground. She wasn’t going to let him control her again. She wasn’t going to let this dark cycle continue.
It’s time to break free, she thought.
And for the first time in a long while, Whitney believed it.
