I Ran From My Psycho Step-brother Straight Into The Alpha's Lap novel Chapter 200

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**When Night Grows Softer Hope Returns To Lead Us by Asa Rowan Finn**
**Chapter 200**

“Samantha,” Emma’s voice drifts softly from beside me, wrapping around me like a warm blanket. “You really don’t have to share anything you’re not ready to.” She reaches for my hand, her grip firm yet tender, and I feel the warmth of her compassion seep into my very bones. “You’ve endured unimaginable trials, and you have every right to remain silent. But,” she takes a moment, her gaze steady and earnest, “perhaps it might be beneficial for you to confide in someone about what you’ve experienced. It could be the first step toward healing.” Her voice is imbued with kindness, and I can see the glimmer of unshed tears in her eyes—tears that speak of her own battles. She squeezes my hand tighter, and I cling to it as if it were a lifeline thrown to a drowning sailor in a storm-tossed sea. “It’s what helped me,” she adds, her words gentle yet insistent. I know Emma carries her own burdens, having fled from a family that had turned into a prison, escaping the clutches of an abusive stepbrother.

As I look into her eyes, I feel the weight of my own silence pressing down on me, the fear of unveiling the horrors I’ve kept locked away. What if she’s right? What if sharing my story could be the key to unlocking my own chains? I take a deep breath, searching for the courage buried deep within me, and she gives me a reassuring nod, urging me to continue.

I have never shared the full extent of the nightmares that unfolded in that facility, where they sought to twist innocent girls into something monstrous. The memories flood my mind like a dam breaking, and I feel myself drawn back to the very moment it all began. “I was walking home one night after work,” I begin, my voice barely above a whisper, “lost in thought and distracted by my phone.” I can almost see it—the bright screen illuminating my face as I walked, oblivious to the danger lurking just beyond my line of sight. “Then, out of nowhere, this guy appeared and grabbed me. In the chaos, my phone slipped from my fingers and clattered to the ground. He hoisted me over his shoulder and just ran.” My heart races as I recall the panic that surged through me. I fought against him, but he was far too strong. In what felt like mere moments, I was tossed into the back of a large, white van.

The instant the doors slammed shut, a chilling realization washed over me. I was in grave danger. Inside the van, I noticed other girls—some unconscious, others seemingly in a stupor. A sense of dread twisted in my gut as the man approached me with a syringe, injecting something into my leg before I could comprehend what was happening.

After that, I drifted into a state of half-consciousness. I was aware of my surroundings yet utterly powerless to react. We picked up another girl during our journey, and the van rolled on for what felt like an eternity. When we finally stopped, the doors swung open, revealing a group of menacing figures waiting to receive us. They carried us into an imposing building and dumped us into a cavernous room.

My mind is ensnared in the shadows of that past, and I can almost hear the echoes of their laughter mingling with the cries of despair. “There were so many girls in there,” I murmur, the names flooding back to me—Laney, Stacey, Kara, Trish, Kiresha, Byth, Rachel, Brittney, Rayna… Each name a haunting reminder of the lives intertwined with mine. A sudden pop from the fireplace jolts me back to the present, and I take a deep breath, striving to regain my composure.