Rebirth: A Second chance at life-Chapter 70: Special Room.

*****Trigger Warning: The following content contains graphic depictions of violence, physical abuse, and intense scenes of confrontation. Reader discretion is strongly advised.******

The guards nodded and picked Aurora up again like she was just some package, not a person. Calvert watched every step they took, already imagining the night he had planned.

"She’s plump... soft in all the right places," he muttered under his breath, smirking. "And untouched. Finally mine."

The guards carried her to the secluded part of the mansion, a soundproof room Calvert liked to call "special." It was decorated in red and black, dim lights glowing like embers on the wall.

Chains, cuffs, and an expensive velvet bed sat in the middle of the room. Everything was designed for his twisted pleasures.

Calvert followed behind slowly, hands in his pocket, a bounce in his step. He didn’t hide his excitement.

When he reached the door, he spoke again to the guards, "No one interrupts me. No one comes near this room. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

He opened the door, stepped in, and slammed it shut. The lock clicked behind him.

But the moment his eyes landed on the girl, his feet stopped.

Aurora was sitting up. Calmly. Gracefully. Not drugged. Not frozen in fear. Not trembling or paralyzed.

Calvert blinked. His expression turned from smug to confused. "How... how are you moving?" he asked slowly, an odd coldness crawling up his spine.

Aurora didn’t answer. She just tilted her head and looked at him with a strange calm. Her eyes didn’t hold fear—they held something worse. Amusement.

As Aurora had been on detox for weeks, the drug Alexander used didn’t work on her as expected.

She had broken free of the drug faster than anyone would have expected. Just as she predicted, it wore off even before reaching Calvert’s mansion.

Luna had already prepared for this. She knew exactly what kind of man Alexander was.

But she didn’t act earlier—not because she was afraid, but because she needed to break Aurora’s foolish heart for good.

That soft, stupid part of her still clung to the idea of love, to the man who had betrayed her again and again.

Luna wanted to show her—no, prove to her—that the person she had loved so blindly was nothing more than a scumbag.

A selfish, cruel bastard.

It hurt. Somewhere deep inside, it still stung. But at least now, there were no more doubts. No more attachment.

Whatever Aurora had left behind in this body—those feelings, that blind loyalty—it was gone.

Now that the truth was clear, Luna wouldn’t waste another second.

Calvert scoffed, trying to cover his unease. "So what if you can move? You’re still just a little girl. Alone. No one’s coming for you."

He chuckled to himself and moved to the corner of the room. From a drawer, he pulled out a pair of handcuffs—lined with pink feathers. He turned to face her, waving them in the air.

"Let’s not waste any more time," he said, walking toward her with those same greedy eyes.

Aurora didn’t flinch. Her smirk deepened, and her eyes grew colder.

Calvert thought she was just pretending. Playing tough. And that only turned him on more.

"Seems like your medicine wore off a bit early. Tch, they told me it’d take another hour." He laughed again. "But that’s fine. It’s even better this way. Come here, baby."

He reached out his hand.

But before he could touch her, Aurora’s arm moved like a whip.

Smack!

Her hand slapped his wrist away so hard that he stumbled.

"What the—"

Before he could speak another word, a swift kick landed right into his stomach.

He flew backward, crashing to the floor with a loud thud. He groaned in pain, coughing, eyes wide in shock.

Aurora stood up slowly, stretching her limbs as if just waking up from a nap.

"You... bitch!" Calvert hissed, struggling to get up, blood filling his mouth.

Aurora didn’t answer. She calmly walked over to him.

Calvert growled, scrambling to his feet, fists clenched. "You think you can do this to me?! Do you know who I am?!"

But before he could lunge, a punch landed straight on his nose.

Crack!

A tooth flew out, and Calvert’s body dropped again with a cry.

Aurora didn’t stop. She grabbed the lamp from the bedside and slammed it down next to his face—not hitting him, but close enough to make him flinch.

"Still want to play?" she asked quietly, her voice calm like a breeze before a storm.

Calvert whimpered. "You’re insane..."

Ignoring him, she walked around the room, opening drawers, looking through his private stash. Her hand finally landed on a leather belt—thick, dark brown, and heavy.

"At least you have something useful," she muttered under her breath.

She walked back over, and without hesitation, raised the belt—and let it fly.

Whip!

The sound cracked through the room.

Whip! Whip!

Calvert screamed. Loud. He twisted and begged, trying to crawl away.

But Aurora grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back with ease. She looped the belt around his wrist, dragged him toward the bed, and in a few sharp moves, tied him down.

He was bleeding, bruised, trembling.

Aurora stood at the foot of the bed, breathing evenly. Her clothes were still perfect. freewёbnoνel.com

Her hair still neat. Her face showed no rage.

Only cold, calculated calmness. As if this wasn’t the first time she’d done something like this.

And it wasn’t.

Calvert couldn’t understand what kind of woman she was. What happened to the weak little Aurora everyone mocked?

She leaned down slightly, her voice like ice.

"You should have left me alone."

He whimpered again, trying to break the restraints.

Aurora tilted her head.

"Try to escape again, and I’ll break your other hand."

She didn’t shout. She didn’t scream. That made it worse.

She stood up straight and dusted her hands.

Then, calmly, she walked to the other side of the room, picked up a glass of water from the table, and drank it like nothing had happened.