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Private Welcome back to the fire Pt.2

Queen Witch...Or...You know
Across the chamber, Zori stood regally once more — untouched, except for the faint scuff mark on the back of her calf.

Her voice dropped an octave.

"Enough foreplay."
With a sharp gesture, she severed the remaining data feeds from Sommer's table.

The psychic illusion would now either consume Sommer fully… or shatter her.

And Zori?

She raised both hands now — summoning something that pulsed and crackled with blacklight fire.

"Let's see how charming you are when you're begging."
 
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
Sommer's Illusion – Yacht Reality





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Music pulsed softly over the glassy waves. Laughter rolled in from the far end of the yacht's deck. Champagne fizzed in fluted glasses. Every face around her gleamed with perfect happiness. She felt warped. Ocean waves were rising but not entering the yacht. As if there was a barrier. STRANGE


Sommer stood still near the rail, the breeze on her skin too warm, too constant. Her fingers traced the stem of her drink, but her eyes kept drifting.


That laugh—was that Arq?

A voice crackled — barely perceptible — behind the party music.


"...Sommer… get up…"

She blinked.

Looked around.

Everyone is still smiling. Dancing. Frozen in comfort. Not one pair of eyes met hers like they meant it.

"...Kael—get—blast her—"

There it was again. A voice — Kael's — behind the music.

Reality was bleeding in.

Something inside her ached. Something old and sharp.

This isn't real.

She turned away from the deck and stumbled — almost as if pulled — through a curved glass door. It opened without a touch.


She entered the yacht's lounge room.
 
Queen Witch...Or...You know
She stood.

A woman in a flowing black party dress. Hair swept to one side. Soft rouge lips. A smile like slow honey.

But not the one from her nightmares.

This one was beautiful, composed, warm. Her bare shoulders glistened with candlelight. She stood beside a long velvet couch, two glasses in her hand.

"Sommer," the woman said softly, eyes glistening. "Come sit. You look shaken."
 
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
Sommer's instincts screamed.

But her heart... fluttered.

She didn't speak — she just walked in and sat down opposite the elegant Zori, taking the drink when it was handed to her.

"You're not real," Sommer said flatly. "You're her."
 
Queen Witch...Or...You know
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Zori laughed — a genuine sound, full of affection. "I'm not her," she said. "Not the one who wants to gut you and wear your face. I'm what's left — the part of her that actually loved you the second she saw you."
 
Queen Witch...Or...You know
Zori tilted her head. "Then why does your heart race every time you think of her?" She leaned in slightly, voice dropping. "Even now. It's fluttering."

"Did you ever think," She whispered, "that maybe the feeling wasn't manipulation? Maybe it was recognition."
 
Queen Witch...Or...You know
The false Zori leaned closer. "Because you burn. And she's always wanted something that could burn her back."

"I'm trying to save you." The false Zori's voice cracked — like emotion bleeding through code. "The real world is going to hurt you. People are going to leave. Betray you. That man outside — Kael? He lied. That suit of armor you sleep with? He never says the words back."
 
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
The room pulsed gold.

Sommer's fingers twitched.

Her lips parted.

You want this.
You deserve this.
Don't go back to pain.
And yet—beneath all of it—like a drumbeat from another world…

"Sommer!"
"We're here—wake the kriff up!"
Kael's voice, broken and breathless.

Her cousin.

Her pain-in-the-ass blood.

Sommer's eyes sharpened. Focused.

She looked into Zori's — and the illusion blinked for just a second.

"I loved you once," Sommer whispered. "Or something like it."
 
Queen Witch...Or...You know
Ssssshhh-SNAP.


The crimson-red blade roared to life, humming with predatory heat.


Zori , now unmasked in her wrath, held the saber low and slanted — elegant, venomous, graceful in a way that promised death without mess.
 

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