Chapter 4
The harsh hospital lights stabbed at her eyes.
Celia lay in the hospital bed, wrapped head to toe in bandages, her skin still bearing the angry burn marks from the oven.
The door swung open as Aurelian and Silas walked in.
“Have you learned your lesson yet?” Aurelian stood beside her bed, looking down at her with ice in his voice. “That was just a warning. Try messing with Mireya’s stuff again, and I swear it won’t end so pretty next time.”
Celia stared at the ceiling in silence.
She was too exhausted to fight back anymore.
The door opened again, and Raya walked in carrying a bowl of soup, all smiles. “Oh, Celia! Does it hurt? I made you some soup to help you get better.”
As she spoke, she pressed her fingers right into one of Celia’s wounds.
“Ah!”
Celia instinctively pushed her away, but Raya let herself fall backward, tears instantly filling her eyes. “I just… I felt bad for you and wanted to help. If you didn’t want it, that’s fine, but why did you have to hurt me…”
“Celia!” Silas grabbed her wrist roughly. “When are you gonna stop being such a selfish brat?!”
Aurelian’s expression turned deadly. “Cut off her pain meds and IV. Let her think about what she’s done.”
The nurse reluctantly removed the IV line. Celia curled up in agony but bit down hard, refusing to make a sound.
She was discharged on the anniversary of her parents‘ and Mireya’s “deaths.”
Like every year, Aurelian and Silas dragged her to the cemetery.
This year’s punishment was crawling up the nail–covered steps on her knees, one bow at a time.
In the past, Celia might have resisted.
But this year, she felt nothing.
She knelt down without expression as the sharp nails pierced straight through her kneecaps.
Blood trickled down the stone steps, but she moved like a robot–bow, rise, kneel again….
Aurelian and Silas watched approvingly. “Finally acting like she has some sense.”
By the time she reached the graves, her knees were shredded, the nails coated in flesh and blood.
“Apologize to Mom, Dad, and Mireya,” Silas ordered coldly.
Celia knelt before the headstones, her voice hoarse. “I’m sorry.”
“Louder!” Aurelian snapped.
“I’m sorry…” she repeated mechanically, her eyes as empty as a corpse’s.
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Chapter 4
After the ceremony, Aurelian and Silas left with Raya in tow.
“Get yourself home.” they called without looking back.
Celia struggled to her feet, but she didn’t head home. Instead, she limped on her mangled legs toward the cemetery office.
“I’d like to purchase a burial plot,” she told the staff member.
The man looked confused. “You want to buy one for…?”
“Myself,” she answered calmly.
He hesitated but eventually processed the paperwork. “This plot is yours now. You can… use it whenever you need to.”
Celia was about to thank him when two cold voices cut through the air behind her.
“What the hell are you buying a grave for?!”
She turned slowly to find Aurelian and Silas standing in the doorway, their faces dark with fury.
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