Lost in the darkness E-Book

Klara Eisenwald

• Herausgeber: epubli
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 117

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

In a dark future where power and betrayal rule the world, Lyra, a young woman who has lost everything, fights for her own identity and revenge. She was betrayed by those she trusted and drawn into a brutal world of lies and manipulation. Lyra becomes a key figure in a sinister game that determines control over the lives and freedom of entire cities. But the deeper she delves into the dark machinations, the more alienated she becomes from what she once believed and from the principles she believed to be true. Through her journey, which takes her into the depths of her own soul, Lyra must decide whether she will continue to be a pawn of the powerful or go against the system. Between betrayal, violence and emotional chaos, she finds herself caught in a whirlpool that turns her not only against her enemies, but also against herself.

Leseprobe

Title: Lost in the darkness

Author: Klara Eisenwald

Biography:

Klara Eisenwald, born in Hamburg in 1987, is a German author known for her dark, profound and emotionally charged works. Her stories, often set in dystopian and psychologically complex worlds, deal with the darkest corners of the human psyche, the effects of power and betrayal, and the question of what it means to lose and find oneself again.

Eisenwald grew up in a rather tranquil environment, but her childhood was marked by constant movement between different cities and regions, which gave her a feeling of alienation and not belonging. She developed a passion for literature at an early age and began to process her thoughts and feelings in poems and short stories. Her love of literature was influenced by the dark works of classic authors such as Franz Kafka, Hermann Hesse and also modern writers such as Cormac McCarthy and Margaret Atwood.

After graduating from high school, Klara Eisenwald moved to Berlin to study literature at the university. During her studies, she began to focus more on topics such as power structures, social injustice and human nature - topics that would later play a central role in her novels. She initially wrote in her free time, but did not publish any works for several years. Her early texts were often melancholic.atmosphere and dealt with the fragility of human relationships.

Chapter 1: The Hunt Begins

Lyra stood on the top step of the space station and stared down at the glowing lights of Venus. She took a deep breath, but the smell of burning metal and burnt flesh immediately filled her nostrils. It was the smell of decay, the smell of a place where life was worthless. She had breathed in those smells far too many times, far too many times she had experienced the dawn of another murder.

"Damn it, what the hell am I doing here?" she cursed, clenching her fists. Her eyes flashed with anger. The cold of the spacesuit froze the sweat on her forehead, but inside her the heat of a long lost battle was seething. The pain of the past was still there -she couldn't put it aside, couldn't forget it. And on Venus, in this hell, everything would only get worse.

Lyra pulled up the sleeves of her suit to activate the hologram on her wrist. TheOrder flashed. Target: Xeran, leader of the human trafficking ring. Location: Venus, colony Zeta-9.

"Fuck the mission," she muttered as she muted the hologram. They knew there was no turning back. The mission was too important. But the thought of Xeran made her sick. This man - this monster of a man -was everything she despised. A criminal, a damned bastard who treated people like animals, sold them like they were just meat in a market.

"You'll pay for this, you asshole," she growled, pulling the mask further over her face. Her gaze wandered over the planet that lay beneath her, tempting with all its brutal beauty. But Lyra knows the price of beauty. And she knew there was no place for her to have feelings here. Venus was a place where a man was either killed or killed.

They strode resolutely into the docking station, their footsteps echoing through the deserted building. In the darkness, all she could hear was the constant hum of the machines and the distant sound of the wind. Her thoughts were drawn to the truththat she had long since accepted. She was a weapon. Not a woman. Not a human. Just a blade in a cruel war that had long been won - but not for her.

The docking station was a place of cruelty, a place where the slave auctions were held. She had seen such markets a hundred times before. The hot breath of the slave traders, the hiss of electricity, and the dull thud of flesh on steel - she was about to see all of it. But today she was no longer a spectator. Today she was the hunter.

As she broke through the glass doors of the market, the stench of cheap perfume, blood and sweat filled her nose. The room was filled with a faint red light. It was the kind of light that bathes everything in a perverse, fast-paced erotic atmosphere. Here, people were turned into commodities. Women, men, children - they were stripped, valued, traded.

"Who the hell are you, you fucking bitch?" a broad-built man behind a counter shouted when he saw her. He had the build of a thug, theHis broad chin was covered in scars. The gun on his hip was a clear sign that it was better not to do anything stupid here.

Lyra turned to him slowly, her gaze cold and unimpressed. "Watch what you say, you piece of shit," she hissed. "Otherwise you'll dig your own grave."

The man laughed and slowly walked towards her. "You're one of those tough nuts, aren't you?" Well, let's see if you can take as much as you say."

He reached for her, but Lyra was faster. They stepped to the side, grabbed his arm and hurled him against the wall with full force. The impact shook the room. The man fell to the floor and didn't move. A bloody stain on the floor testified to his incompetence.

"You're dead, you stupid pig," Lyra whispered as she leaned over the unconscious body. "I hope you get to know hell."

She continued walking as if nothing had happened, as if the incident was no more than a minor inconvenience. Her goal was clear, her mission wasclear: Xeran had to die. And no one would stop her.

The first challenge was easy. But she knew that was just the beginning. It would get worse. It would get harder. The resistance, the intrigues, the lies - all of that was just the prelude to what was to come. And Lyra was ready to fight.

Chapter 2: The Meat Business

Lyra had entered the marketplace and immediately felt a sense of disgust tightening in her stomach. The air was a mixture of poisonous fumes, sweat and rotting flesh. A feast for the senses, if you could call it that. The crowd was loud, agitated, a sickening mixture of merchants' voices, the clang of metal and the sounds of slaves crying. They knew they were in a place of hell, but that was just the point. Hell means chaos. And chaos means she could work undisturbed.

"Damn it, why does this feel like a giant slaughterhouse?" she muttered to herself as she passed a stall where a trader was displaying a young woman. Her pale eyes, staring at the helpless in the crowd, said more than a thousand words. She was a product that had to be sold. She was nothing more than a pile of meat that had to bewas locked in a glass container.

Lyra gritted her teeth and kept walking, her fingers glinting at the weapon at her hip. It was the only thing that gave her some control here - the cold steel resting in her belt, like a silent reminder that she wasn't here to buy. They were here to kill.

"What the hell are you doing here, you bloody bastard?" a thick, greasy voice yelled from one of the stalls. A grim man with a messy mane of gray hair and a dirty suit held a cigar in his hand and waved a knife in the air. "Are you coming here to play your stupid games, or are you genuinely looking for something valuable?"

Lyra ignored the man who stared at her as if she were a new addition he hadn't seen on the market yet. She had heard it many times before - those fools always thought she had the right to be superior to them just because they sold in a shithole like this. But she was going to show them all how wrong they were.

“I’m not looking for toys, you asshole,”she replied, her voice cool and sharp. "I have a mission. And you are nothing more than the dust that I will wipe under my shoe."

The man stared at her in perplexity at first, but then snorted as if amused by the challenge. "You're the big bad warrior too, huh? You think you can just show up here and do whatever you want? Go back to your shitty planet, you cheap mercenary whore.

You're not welcome here."

Lyra snorted contemptuously. "You're such a pathetic wanker. Just shut up and get out of my way before I knock your teeth out of your face!"

The man winced as she stepped quickly in front of him, her hand already on her weapon. He knew he was fighting the wrong people. The look in her eyes made him freeze for a moment. Those eyes had scared the hell out of people, and the man was no different. He narrowed his eyes and took a step back.

"What does this Xeran want here?" she asked suddenly, changing the direction of the conversation. Her voice was now almost casual, but her words carried weight. "I have to find him."

The man growled, but knew he didn't want to lose anything around her. "Xeran? You want to get involved with that asshole? He's way worse than you. Come here if you want to see hell, but he'll tear you to pieces if you're not careful. That damn guy has everything under control. He's taken over the whole colony. No chance of winning against him."

"I'm not here to lose," Lyra snapped, grabbing the man by the collar and shoving him hard against the table. "Give me the damn location or I'll make you bleed so bad you won't be able to see your own chair until next year."

"Shit, okay, okay!" the man yelled, making a panicked noise. "Do you know what you want, you devilish whore?" Go to Block B7. That's all I know. He's always seen there. But damn, you're a real psychotic asshole,if you put your mind to it."

Lyra gave him one last cold look, then released him, leaving him staggering behind. "Block B7. I'll save your damn life when I finish off Xeran. Until then, shut up!"

The man gave her a nasty look, but he knew he couldn't dare mess with her. Lyra continued walking through the dark alleys of the market, which was teeming with shady characters. At every corner she found another horror vision: women crammed together in cages like aquatic animals, men whose bodies were marked by countless abuses. This was a place where people no longer meant anything, where every feeling faded into the background because it didn't matter whether you were still human or not.

The atmosphere was oppressive, but for Lyra it was everyday life. She had long since become accustomed to the suffering and darkness, but it never changed the fact that it still hurt her. But she was here to achieve a goal. She had no time for weakness.

"Xeran," she muttered as she reached Block B7, "you are a dead man."

Chapter 3: The Hunter's Mask

Lyra felt the cold metal of the weapon against her hip as she crept down the gloomy corridors of B7 Block. Her footsteps echoed in the silence, accompanied by the faint hiss of the ventilation systems that permeated the air over and over, as if the entire complex was reminding them of every little detail that was rotting here. They knew they were approaching the heart of Hell, the place where Xeran, the goddamn king of this corrupted world, resided. And she knew she had to act without error—no room for weakness. None.

The walls of Block B7 were scratched, the windows covered in rust and dust. It smelled of urine, burnt plastic and that special, acrid smell of machine oil that rose into the air when something limped on the edge of survival for too long. Here the floor was covered with dirty water and even the light sources flickered uncertainly. It was a place wherewhich humanity had long since given up on.

"Damn it," she muttered as she reached the heavy door to the inner part of the block. Her fingers reached for the door opener, but she stopped. A fleeting thought crossed her mind: What if it was a trap?It wouldn't be the first time she got caught in a bloody web. But she had no choice. Her mission was clear. Xeran had to die, and she was the only one capable of doing that.

“Fuck the fear,” she whispered to herself and pushed open the door.

The room beyond was dark and damp, and she was immediately hit by the sounds of heavy machinery and the faint creaking of rusty steel beams. It was like a huge, bloody anthill of slaves and soldiers. But what she had not expected was the sight of the people hanging in cages on the walls - women, men, suffocating in their own excrement and sweat. They were the real meat that was traded here. The sight of the tortured bodies made her heart skip a beat for a moment.stall.

But then anger overcame her.

"Fucking bastards," she hissed, gritting her teeth. They saw a few hooded figures walking through the room, cigarettes in their hands, lighting them with smoky puffs as if they were in a normal club. To them, this was just another damned business.

They had to pull themselves together, knowing that any mistake could cost their lives.

"Who the hell are you?" came suddenly from the shadows. A deep, smoky voice that she recognized immediately. She turned around quickly and saw one of the mercenaries she recognized from previous assignments - his face was a mask of scars and dirt. "Did you get lost here, or are you playing the big, stupid heroine again?"

"Shut up, you fucking wanker," she hissed as her hand slid to her gun. "I'm not here to chat with you."