Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder novel Chapter 934

Chapter 140 : Rewriting the Past

Every cell in my body felt like it was on fire. I screamed and writhed in agony. Nothing had ever felt this horrible, not even when the Cryptex cursed me.

I could hear my screams echoing off the bathroom walls, my mind swimming in pain and fear. I didn’t know what was happening to me. The pain was going to kill me. I just knew it….

How could anyone survive that kind of pain?

Suddenly, I felt like I was falling. The bathroom floor dropped out from under me and I was whizzing through the air, falling further and further into a bottomless pit.

My stomach flew into my throat and my head spun as I fell through the darkness. I thought I’d fall forever, screaming and moaning in pain as the bottomless pit swallowed me whole.

The walls of the pit were made up of my memories of Jared. I saw them so clearly, of all the love and experiences we shared.

As I watched them, the memories started to change. It was like they were being erased.

No… not erased, rewritten. Things that we shared in the past were changing to be ugly and cruel.

The wonderful memories of dancing together, getting married, and traveling the Light Realm–I saw them run like watercolors, bleeding together, and the images that reformed were different. They were dark and brutal.

My heart raced and I tried desperately to remember the happy memories. I could barely hold onto them as more and more of my memories changed.

Suddenly, I came to a lurching halt, stopping dead. My body jerked and I stopped falling, hanging in midair.

A woman appeared before me. She looked familiar. I knew I should have recognized her, but the memory that told me who she was, was just out of reach….

I frantically searched my mind for a name, for anything that told me who this woman was, but I came up empty. It was a black hole where memories of this person used to be.

She emerged from the darkness and stood before me, a wicked smile on her lips.

My stomach churned. She was very unsettling. I felt an instinct to mistrust her but I had no idea why I felt that way.

“Who are you!?” I pointed at her.

“Oh, Eliza, I’m hurt. You don’t remember me?” she put her hand on her chest and blinked like she was going to cry.

I scoffed, doubting she would shed a single tear.

“Who are you?” I repeated.

Her wicked smile widened from ear to ear. “I’m Hestia, my dear. You might not remember, but I am the one after you and your child.”

“What!?” I gasped. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around my stomach where my child was growing.

I still had the memory of my baby but something was… off. This was Jared’s child… why did that fill me with a horrible feeling of disgust?

“What the hell did you do to me!?” I demanded, glaring at the woman. My voice trembled, and so did my legs.

This was all wrong. This had to be a dream, some horrible dream. What was happening to me?

Anger flared in my chest and I wanted to jump at this Hestia person and beat her until she undid whatever she’d done.

“Oh, come now, is that any way to talk to someone that has given you a gift? I don’t hand out gifts like this to just anyone.” Hestia chuckled.

The sound was like nails on a chalkboard and I cringed.

“What are you talking about? You haven’t given me a gift. You’re taking things away from me, right out of my mind!”

I could feel more and more of myself slipping away. I grabbed the sides of my head and fought against it.

“Oh, but I have given you a gift. It will ensure that you and your child are always safe from harm. Isn’t that what you want?”

“Well… yes… but you… I don’t trust you!”

“Smart girl.”

“Then why are you doing this!?”

“I told you, it will ensure that you and your child are safe. That’s what mothers want, and I sense that you’re no different. Just accept this gift and move on with your life.”

I shook my head. “No!” I tried to make sense of what Hestia was saying but my mind was so foggy and clouded.

Nothing felt right anymore. I didn’t even feel like I was in my own body. My mind raced in a million directions but I couldn’t hold onto any thoughts or memories. Things were being rewritten so quickly.

“What is the gift?” I gasped, my voice weak. My body was getting weak, too.

Hestia walked up to me. She put her hand on my back and leaned in close. I felt her hot, sour breath on my face.

I cringed away but I couldn’t get away from her.

“To keep you and your child safe, I’ve given you a gift that will make you forget about your past, your love, and your child. You will live a new life, free from the burden and pain of your memories.”

“What!?” I pulled away from the woman.

Fear and horror filled me. I felt the tug of despair threatening to drag me back down that hole and keep me there forever.

Darkness crept in from all sides, reaching for me with spindly little fingers.

“No! I won’t forget! I won’t forget!” I fought against the darkness.

I swiped my arms at the air, determined to keep it away from me. I wouldn’t forget about my love. Who… Jared, I wouldn’t forget about Jared. I loved him. He loved me. We were going to be a family.

Hestia’s power was strong. Whenever I latched onto a memory of Jared, it was yanked right out from under me and I was floundering in the darkness again.

There had to be something I could hold onto, something strong enough to stop her magic.

Jared… I thought of the song, his mother’s locket, and our shared birthday. Jared and I were destined to be together, forever and always.

“I will remember. I will remember… the song… the locket… our birthday….” I whispered. “The song… the locket… our birthday… Jared….”

My stomach lurched again and I was dragged back down the hole through a flood of distant memories that seemed so far away now, I didn’t know if they really were mine.

It was like I was watching my life from the outside. I was witnessing my memories like I was watching a movie.

I was back at the seedy brothel where I was being sold as a slave. Jared came to the room to collect me. He was cold to me as he told me he was taking me to his village.

When we got to the village, he put me to work. He never spoke a kind word to me. He pushed me around and ordered me to always wait on him and serve him.