Claimed by My Bully Alpha (by Anna Kendra) novel Chapter 223

Chapter 223

I reach for the first door and pull it open. A bathroom. I blink in surprise. A bathroom? My fingers tighten on the doorknob as I scan the space, noting the pristine sink, the mirror reflecting my wary expression, the bathtub tucked neatly against the wall. Everything looks perfectly ordinary, and that’s what unsettles me the most. Why would there be a bathroom in a

place that has never felt real before?

I shake off the unease creeping up my spine and turn my attention to the second door. My hand trembles slightly as I grip the handle and tug. It doesn’t budge. I try again, harder this time, but it remains locked. My stomach twists uncomfortably. Locked doors never mean anything good.

I press my forehead against the cool wood, my breath coming faster. “Why are you locked?” I whisper, half to myself, half to whatever force has trapped me in this strange, half–real

existence. I knock once, then twice, the sound echoing through the silence. No answer. My fingers curl into a fist, and I knock again, harder this time. “Is someone there?” My voice is more desperate than I want it to be. More vulnerable.

Nothing.

Frustration bubbles up inside me. My head pounds with questions I don’t have answers to, and the weight of uncertainty is suffocating. I don’t understand any of this–why I’m here, why the room feels more solid, why there’s a locked door standing between me and whatever truth I’m meant to find. I press my back against the wall, sliding down until I’m sitting on the floor, my arms wrapped around my knees.

I take a shaky breath. “What am I supposed to do now?”

I don’t understand what’s happening anymore. At first, I thought this was just a dream–a bizarre, eerie nightmare that I would wake up from any second now. But as more time passes, I feel like I’m trapped inside it, like the edges of reality have blurred into something I can’t escape from. There’s no waking up. No sudden jolt that yanks me back to my bed. Just this- this suffocating, endless loop of confusion.

I take slow, shaky steps around the dimly lit room, my breathing ragged as my fingers graze the cold walls. My heart hammers inside my chest, and I don’t even know why. There’s nothing inherently terrifying about the room itself. It’s just… empty. Devoid of warmth, of familiarity, of anything that should make sense. I swallow down the panic clawing at my throat and force myself to focus. There has to be a way out of this, right? A way to wake up.

Then, my eyes land on something–a light switch next to the bathroom door. My pulse

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quickens, a strange sense of hope flickering inside me. Light. Maybe if I turn it on, something will change. Maybe I’ll snap out of this. Without wasting another second, I reach out and flip the switch.

Bright, artificial light floods the room, banishing the shadows in an instant. I let out a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding, relief washing over me for the briefest second–until my gaze

drifts to the far corner of the room.

And that’s when I see it.

A sound rips through my throat before I even realize I’m screaming. A blood–curdling, soul- shaking scream as I stumble back, my legs giving out beneath me. I hit the floor with a painful thud, but I barely register it because my entire body is consumed by sheer, paralyzing horror.

No. No, no, no. This isn’t real. It can’t be real.

I don’t even know what I’m looking at. My vision swims, my mind refusing to comprehend the twisted, grotesque thing lurking in the corner. My breath stutters, my chest heaving as the walls seem to close in on me. I can’t move. I can’t think. All I can do is stare, my entire being

frozen in terror.

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