Chapter 3

The way I looked at him, full of longing, cut deep into Edison's heart.

He spat, his voice dripping with contempt, "You can imitate her all you want, but you'll never be her.

"Your 'love' for me? It makes me sick."

He kicked me viciously, landing a blow right to my lower belly.

Before I could even catch my breath from the pain, the spilled medical alcohol on the table caught fire, setting my skin ablaze.

I reached out in despair, but Edison just watched, savoring the thrill of his revenge.

"Does it hurt? This isn't even a fraction of…