Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19: Faculty 13

Eve~

I opened my eyes to water. There was water around me. I could not break the surface, I flailed my arms around but it had no effect. I felt a terrifying weight on me, holding me down. Water filled my lungs, burning them from the inside, my ...chest felt like it was going to explode. Panic clawed at my throat as I desperately tried to reach the surface, but no matter how hard I fought, I couldn't break free. The water was everywhere, cold and suffocating, pressing in on me from all sides.

I kicked and thrashed, but it was no use. My limbs were heavy, useless, as if they were weighed down by invisible chains. I tried to scream, but no sound came out—just the desperate gurgle of water rushing into my lungs. My vision blurred, darkness creeping in at the edges.

This can't be real. This isn't real.

But it felt real. The crushing weight of the water, the burning in my chest, the coldness creeping into my bones. My mind screamed at me to keep fighting, but my body was giving up, sinking deeper into the endless abyss. Darkness began to claw the edges of my vision, my eyeslids drooping.

Just when I thought I couldn't take another second, I broke the surface. I had been yanked up by my hair.

"Test twenty five," a familiar professional voice said. "Sucesss,"

I panted, still destabilized as I looked around, my stomach sunk. The room was a metallic, cold grey that would sink into my bones, tables of and tables littered with beakers, burners and syringes filled with various liquids, all labeled with numbers I couldn't understand. The air was sterile, tinged with the sharp smell of chemicals that made my stomach churn.

My body trembled, my muscles weak from the nightmare. The remnants of the drowning sensation still clung to my chest, my breaths shallow and uneven. But the fear of drowning had nothing on the horror than clutched my heart now as I took in my environment.

This was THE Lab. Faculty 13

I struggled to focus, my body trembling as reality dawned on me. The place I had fought so hard to forget. The cold, metallic walls, the sharp stench of chemicals—it all came crashing back like a wave, drowning me again in memories I had buried deep. I had survived it once, but now it was back, twisted, more terrifying than before. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think past the suffocating fear that wrapped around me

Instinct kicked in. I tried to move, to escape the nightmare. My legs buckled, but I forced myself to stand, adrenaline flooding my veins as I darted towards the door.

But before I could take another step, rough hands grabbed me, yanking me back. A scream tore through my throat as I struggled.

The men in white, did not even ad much after blink. They were recording, analyzing, planning as I thrashed again their hold.

"Princess," a voice that echoed in my nightmares called. I turned to him. A bald headed man with, cruel bottomless eyes stared at me. "We have to test you. Lycans have spontaneous healing so you should be fine." He was unnervingly calm as she spoke. But nothing that he could say would ever be ever to calm me down. Because I knew what came next.