Can’t Win Me Back

As night fell, fierce winds swept over the pitch-black skies, pressing down heavily on the endless sea.

The surging waves hinted at an impending storm, with all life rising and falling as though it could be consumed, crushed, and destroyed at any moment.

Waves crashed against the beach on Rose Island.

Alyssa didn't have time to change out of her fiery red dress before scrambling into the helicopter parked on the shore.

Though she had regained some energy, her body remained weak.

But she knew she couldn't afford to hesitate.

Jameson hadn't come with her next tranquilizer shot tonight.

This was her one chance to escape! The memory of flying a helicopter was faint, buried in the past, but she had to try.

She had to fight with everything she had, even if it meant death.

Alyssa slipped into the cockpit, her breath caught in her throat.

The red dress she wore was soaked in cold sweat.

She checked the fuel gauge, started the ignition, and the helicopter's blades began to rotate.

"Alyssa Taylor, you will leave this place.

Hang in there...

do it!" she muttered, clenching her teeth as she gripped the control stick, her knuckles turning

name as he

gaze locked onto

eyes burned with a hatred deeper than the stormy

helicopter lifted off the ground, three shots rang out behind

out the gunfire, but a bullet

eyes widened in

"No! Stop!" he yelled.

the

control stick, her desperation

if they intended to end her life right

bullets

they struck

error lights

it! Asshole!" Alyssa cursed, pounding on

propellers slowed to a stop, and everything

the sound of waves

was as if the waves were mocking her

slumped over, drained

this, he glared furiously at Remy, who

but had he considered that Alyssa could have died

sat like a fragile doll, her eyes staring vacantly ahead, tears streaming down her