In the abandoned building…
Jonathan regained consciousness slowly, vision blurry, head heavy.
When shapes finally sharpened, he noticed he was tied to a chair… and someone was standing in front of him.
Jonathan: "What the— …Lauran?" 😶
Lauran smirked.
Lauran: "Yes. Long time no see… brother‑in‑law." 😈
Jonathan's voice tightened.
Jonathan: "Lauran… what are you doing here? Where is Justin?" 😨
Lauran clicked his tongue, amused.
Lauran: "Oh? Missing your son already?"
He pointed behind Jonathan.
"Then look over there." 😏
Jonathan turned—
His heart almost stopped.
Justin hung from the ceiling, wrists bound, a thick rope tightening around his arms.
Below him—a giant tank filled with writhing water, piranhas slicing the surface with their fins.
Justin (terrified): "DAD!!" 😨
Jonathan: "JUSTIN!"
He snapped his head toward Lauran.
"What the hell are you doing, Lauran?!" 😡
Lauran's eyes burned with twisted satisfaction.
Lauran: "Taking revenge, brother." 😈
Jonathan: "Revenge? For what?" 😶
Lauran stepped closer, face dark.
Lauran: "You're going to die anyway… so let me share the truth I've held for eleven years."
Jonathan swallowed hard, heart pounding.
Lauran: "My stepbrother… the one you think hurt me?"
His expression shifted—anger, shame, and something deeply broken.
"He never abused me. He never attacked me. None of that happened." 😡
Jonathan's eyes widened.
Jonathan: "Don't lie! We saw you—we saw everything with our own eyes!" 😡
Lauran laughed—sharp, bitter, unhinged.
Lauran: "Oh, you saw something… but not what actually happened."
He leaned close, eyes wild.
Lauran: "Let me show you the real story." 😈
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