rie silence. The lights flicker dimly, casting long shadows that seem to dance on the walls

Ray is palpable, but no one does or says anyt

to myself, feeling a

ed that much to buy the girls. The highest figure was 5 mill

llion to buy one of us. Here they just wanted a toy; something t

the silence with a voice that resonates like thunder i

of surprise and irony runs through the room as everyone begins to leave,

ht me. He ha

ards me with a disturbing confidence, and my heart beats wildly in my chest. I am scared; my body trembles. Although I

is because he is the same as them; he only c

his deep, thick voice, like th

han I already feel. I can't bring myself t

papers and within seconds the gate is open, creaking

w; I thought you were brave," he says, his g

he looks at me makes m

hard at

en everything in t

or you? I don't think you'd like that to happen," his voice

with desperation and the need to survive; I must get out of th

ossing the threshold between darkness and the unknown. Will I be able t

. My body was unwilling to move any further and I didn't intend too either.

presenter exclaimed, his voice

c shock run through my body, forc

nother shock went through me like a bolt of lightning, as my trembling fingers tried

d a magnetic power that kept me tied to that hellish cage. But I kne

d with a mocking bow. "She'll get u

ss the button that would send another electric shock to my body.

ed like a powerful echo in the r

esenter. The fear on his face was palpable; he was more scared than I was.

.

.

.

me, like a beacon in t

ked, and in that moment, I found myself caught between two wo

t I didn't know if by taking his hand I was walking out of the fire and into

for another minute. "So that's your decision," he said, starting to pull his hand

," I whispered, my voice

on blurred, feeling the life

words before I lost consciousness, let

ectric

e had stolen all my will to live. I fell into an e

the darkness. His tone was firm but also laden with

consciousness, I realized that I had made a crucial

I am sure of in the world of these pigs, it is that a life is nothing to them. Dirtying their hands with blood is no problem for them; for them, a human being is just a disposable object. I

the best in

smile was a beacon in the darkness. She showed me how to find small moments of joy, even in the darkest circumstances. She wa

y light in my w

find her

of encouragement, maybe she wouldn't be dead now. If instead of telling her that I couldn't do anything for her, I had told her

and my mother's voice resonates

ppily, m

in this rotten world. She wanted me to live happily and I

eep my wor

had a ray of light to be happy, that ray faded li

ting for it. Every step I take is a reminder of the sacrifice she made for me and all the others trapped he

he was hope in a world without compassion. With every beat of my heart, I feel the weight of regret and determination intertwined. I'm not just looking for my friend; I'm lookin