His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 40: It Was Over

Chapter 40- It was over

Beatrice POV

My body ached from the relentless torture, every nerve screaming in agony, but the sharp pain I had been feeling suddenly faded into nothingness the moment I heard those words leave his mouth.

It was over.

For a brief, foolish moment, I had clung to hope. I had thought—no, I had prayed—that I would somehow make it out of here alive. That I would be spared. That maybe, just maybe, fate wouldn't be so cruel to me.

How dense could I have been?

The man who had been wearing the mask—the man who had overseen my suffering—reached out and patted my head as if I were some obedient dog. I flinched at his touch, but he merely chuckled before stepping away, making his way toward the other two men who had been standing in the shadows.

So this was how it ended.

I would never see my baby boy, Tyler, again. Never get to hold him, kiss his forehead, or whisper reassurances to him when he was scared. I would no longer be able to protect him from this cruel world. My son... my everything... would be left alone.

Tears burned my eyes, spilling down my bruised cheeks in a silent stream of grief.

So in the end, Declan Matters had me killed after all.

What a pity.

"Save those tears, woman." The masked man's voice cut through my despair, mocking in its tone. "I do not advise my prisoners to cry."

He stepped closer, tilting his head as if amused by my pain.

"I always tell them not to weep. It's better to brace yourself for what's about to come. That way, when the end arrives, you'll die a peaceful death."

His words crushed the last sliver of hope I had been holding onto.

Had he done this before? Had he stood before countless others—prisoners who had thought they had a chance at survival—only to snatch that hope away at the very last second?

What a pity, I thought bitterly.

I no longer wished to be saved. There was no point. Even if anyone came for me, they would only end up dead, just like I was about to be.

No hope.

No salvation.

Just death.

My lips curled in disgust as I forced myself to look him in the eye. "Can you just kill me already and get it over with?"

The man smirked, his lips stretching into something cruel and unfeeling. "Kill you?" He let out a dark chuckle, shaking his head. "Oh no, my dear. That would be too kind of me."

He crouched in front of me, lowering his voice to a whisper. "No, no. I wouldn't want to give you such a merciful death. I want you to see the people who love you. I want them to watch as you die. It's like standing at the edge of paradise but never being able to enter."

I swallowed hard, my throat dry.

So that was his game.

This man... this monster... wanted to break me.

I had thought the one who tortured me was cruel, but this man? He was worse. Far worse.

My hands were bound so tightly behind my back that I could no longer feel them. My body was weak, my strength long gone, yet I forced myself to sit up straight. If I was going to die, I would not cower.

The room was quiet for a moment. Too quiet.

Then, I heard it.

Engines.

The sound of cars pulling up.

I didn't need to be a soothsayer to know what was about to happen next.

The silence was shattered as the door burst open. A man rushed inside, his face panicked as he spoke directly to the masked leader.

"They're here."

The masked man smirked, a devilish gleam in his eye. "Right on time."

He stood, dusting off his coat before turning to his men. "Come with me. You two—" he pointed at the men who had been keeping their distance "—follow me as well."

Then his gaze shifted to the bloodied man on the floor, the one who had been tortured earlier. "As for you..." A slow, wicked smile stretched across his face. "Watch her."

My blood ran cold.

I knew what that meant.

This man hated me. And now, he was being given the chance to take his revenge.

The masked man pulled out a gun, handing it to the lunatic still kneeling on the ground. "I'm giving you the opportunity to kill her."

The man's face twisted into a wide, gleeful smile, as if he had just won the lottery.

"Now listen carefully," the leader continued. "Hold this gun. Keep it aimed at her head."

His voice was calm, eerily casual, as if he were giving instructions on how to water a plant.

"The moment you hear someone enter through that door—pull the trigger. Don't hesitate. Don't think. Just shoot her. And make sure you aim for the head. I don't want any fuss."

The lunatic nodded eagerly, gripping the gun as if it were his most prized possession.

"And one more thing." The leader's voice turned sharp, menacing. "Do not lay a hand on her. Do not torture her. You do exactly what I said, nothing more. If I see otherwise through the CCTV..." He stepped closer, lowering his voice to a whisper. "I will personally kill you and bury both of you in the same shallow grave."

The lunatic swallowed hard and nodded.

The masked man patted his shoulder. "Good. If you succeed, there will be a reward for you."

With that, he turned and walked out, the other men following behind him.

The door slammed shut.

And then... silence.

The maniac turned back to me, pure delight shining in his eyes as he lifted the gun and pointed it directly at my forehead.

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding violently against my ribs.

No.

No, I didn't want to die.

I thought I had accepted it, but now that the gun was aimed at me, now that death was right here, I realized...

I wasn't ready.

I had a life ahead of me. I had my son.

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I wanted to live.

The lunatic grinned. "So I finally get to kill you. I can't wait to see your brain splattered everywhere."

My breath hitched.

"At least my boss let me have my revenge," he continued. "Makes up for the beating I took because of you."

I clenched my jaw. "Then why don't you get it over with, you coward?"

His face darkened, rage flickering in his eyes.

"Oh, I will." He exhaled sharply, forcing a smirk. "But I have to wait. My boss gave specific instructions. I can't shoot you until the door opens. But trust me..." His finger flexed over the trigger. "I can't wait."

I glared at him. "I hope you suffer. I hope you don't get a peaceful death. I hope you rot in misery before you die."

His expression twisted, but before he could react, I spat in his face.

His body tensed, fury crackling around him like a storm.

"You're lucky I was told not to touch you," he growled.

I let out a weak, mocking laugh. "Oh, you're scared to touch me, aren't you? Afraid you'll pass out again?"

His face turned red with anger. His grip on the gun tightened, and for a moment, I thought he would hit me with it. But then, he forced himself to stop.

I smirked. "Coward."

Before he could respond, the door rattled.

The sound sent a chill through me.

This was it.

The lunatic turned to me, smiling. "Looks like it's time. Who's laughing now?"

He pointed the gun at my head.

The door swung open.

A deafening gunshot echoed through the room.

And then—darkness.