The Bond Between Us ( Anastasia and Herman) novel Chapter 888

The man’s curt words and the tension in his body made it suddenly, horribly clear to Anastasia what was about to happen.

In that instant, her world seemed to collapse into darkness.

Someone was here to ruin her—completely, irreversibly.

But she knew, almost by instinct, this wasn’t Asher’s doing. If Asher wanted the chip, he wouldn’t take this risk, not in such a brazen way. He was too careful—a guy who knew how to disappear the second things got messy. Besides, these men hadn’t mentioned the chip at all.

Anastasia screamed for help, her voice bouncing off grimy walls, but it was like one of those nightmares where you shout and nothing happens. No one heard. No one was coming.

She was helpless—a lamb led to slaughter.

Not even when Harmon had kidnapped her had she been this scared.

With no way out, she started bargaining. “Please, let me go. I’ll give you anything—money, whatever you want!”

Pride and dignity didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was survival.

She understood, deep down, if these men did what they wanted, her life would be shattered forever.

“Save your energy for later,” the man said, voice flat and cold.

No taunting, no threats—just the cold, hard truth.

“Who sent you?” Anastasia croaked, her throat raw. “If you’re going to kill me, at least tell me why.”

“You don’t need to know,” he answered. “Just cooperate. We’ll take some pictures to prove we did the job, then we’re gone. Relax, sweetheart, there’s four of us. We’ll make sure you don’t forget it.”

They were stone-faced, giving nothing away. To be sure she stayed put, they forced pills down her throat.

Her mind went fuzzy, limbs heavy and useless, a bitter taste foaming in her mouth from whatever they’d made her swallow.

She tried to pull off the blindfold, but hands pinned her arms behind her back. A cold draft hit her as they tore at her clothes.

Everything blurred. She slipped in and out, reality mixing with hallucination. “No, please, don’t… let me go… please…” she whispered over and over.

She heard a camera’s shutter snap.

Anastasia knew, with a sick certainty, she’d live with this stain forever.

Sounds faded. The world spun. She couldn’t tell what was real and what was just nightmare.

It felt endless—minutes or hours, she had no idea. Maybe she only imagined it, but suddenly she heard a voice: “Anastasia, run! Snap out of it! Don’t worry about me—just run!”

Was that Rowan? She couldn’t be sure. The world was a blur of chasing hands and tearing voices.

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