Chapter 811

Chapter 811:

How was this possible? The basement was fortified with high-tech security, requiring both a password and facial recognition to enter.

No one could breach it so easily.

He instinctively backed away, pressing himself against the cold, unyielding wall.

The chill seeped into his skin, mingling with the sweat trickling down his back.

“Who’s there?” Hector’s voice cracked with fear.

“Don’t come any closer! We can… we can talk this out!”

Hector stood frozen, barely breathing.

The air felt heavy, thick with an invisible presence, as if something was lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike.

His thoughts spiraled, and before he knew it, memories came flooding back—sharp and overwhelming.

He was in that room—dark, suffocating—where cruelty and neglect were part of everyday life.

He was only four then.

His mother, weak and sick, still managed to take him to the amusement park he’d begged for.

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She couldn’t ride the roller coaster, but Hector was thrilled to go on alone.

The rush, the excitement—it was all he could think about.

But when the ride ended and he stepped off, his mother was nowhere to be found.

He ran from one side of the park to the other, his heart pounding faster with each empty glance.

Had she finally decided he wasn’t worth the effort anymore? Was taking him there her last act of kindness?

He’d heard stories of children abandoned in places like this.

He wondered if he was about to become one of them.

In his frantic search, he cried out, his voice breaking, “Mom, I’m sorry! I won’t ask to come here again.

Where are you?”

He never found her.

The day was slipping away, and with it, Hector’s strength.

He hadn’t eaten all day, and he thought he might just collapse right there.

Then, as if by some miracle, a woman appeared.

“Your mom asked me to pick you up,” she said, her voice as cold as the wind.

She looked down at him as though he were nothing more than a nuisance.

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