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life has been a never-ending nightmare, from the very moment I was born. Even when I escaped the oppressive or

like "freedom," "joy," "compassion," and "love" feel like they're meant for someon

appened last night comes flooding back. Guilt c

omeone's husband, father, or brother? Now he's gone, erased from existence, and it

a victim in this situation? After all, I was being abducted! How could I not f

ee

I have no idea why I'm here or what these people want

uld be my path to freedom, but it's just anothe

rwhelming that it felt like he was swallowing me whole. His dark brown eyes were menacing and seeme

such a powerful effect o

my mind playing tricks on me? But if that was his intention, he could have done it already. I was uncons

king? Honestly, why

solace. The two white, hard doors are the only things in here besides the bed and the couch. One door leads to a toilet while the other is the only exit. The walls are painted in a ghas

is confirmed. It's him. The same man who exuded such a terrifying and intimidating aura. I don't know if I'm ready for another

't recognize him, and he doesn't bother to close the door behind him. Is he try

er taking a deep breath, he speaks again, his thick Itali

, just noddin

pine. I glance at the wall on my right, then to

between us feels like an unbridgeable chasm. I watch as he cl

ces himself, taking another step

nst my back. Panic sets in, and I feel as though I am suffocating. I wa

s voice soft and reassuring.

believe my ea

yes wide with disbel

ys, turning around to face me. "I'm not asking for your trust. I know I h

d I trust him? What if he was just trying to lull me into a false

s mind. Was he enjoying my discomfort? Was he gettin

some distance between us. But as he turned back towards me, his blue eyes shining with an inte

ease. I can guarantee it. I w

want to trust him. Perhaps it was the sincerity with which

the drapes with a fierce intensity

hought swirls around in my he

rarely kind for no reason, and I can't h

selfish place and that I should never trust anyone. It's up to

to take a chance on him and trust that he means what he

s not like

into a false sense of security. It's a common tactic a

this room forever. If I want to find a way out, I'll have to work wi

me here in the first place? The thought sends shivers down my spin

kind and sincere, and I want to believe that he

shou

hts. My mind is a tangled mess, and I need to p

ing to suppress my curiosity. There must be a cat

as he responds, his smile genuine and unthr

ets out an annoyed huff as though realizing h

step to the side and revealing the exi

ught he wou

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