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ounding me felt suffocating, and each day was a constant reminder of my captivity. I scrubbed floors

refused to let go of the matter. If I hadn't been trapped here,

lean this place at all? It doesn't

ng in my job, which was very annoying. However, I had to endure for thr

the prison. I rarely slept for three hours before the next day; the longest I could go w

p, muffled cries escaping his lips. It was a haunting sound, one that drew my curiosity despite

ade him that way? I became worried but pretended lik

made pasta hung thick in the air. It was time to call Luca for dinner. He had returned

knocked on his door, my heart pounding. "Hey, Luca! Dinner's rea

ped me in my tracks. Luca was sitting on the edge of the bed, h

closer, concerned momentarily ov

wild, filled with panic. "Get back!"

hands in surrender. I didn't want to provoke him, but I

ist with a force that sent a shock through my body. "Who are you

er?" I shouted, yanking my arm

tightening around my waist as he pulled me closer. "Get away f

But in his disoriented state, he mistook my resistance for defiance

ing my senses. "What the hell are you doing?" I ga

s so tight, and I could hear his heavy breath. At that mom

ng of s

to others after losing thos

hake the feeling of pity around him. The fear in his eyes

tle comfort of patting, and I allowed him to rest

o normal, and his grip on my waist reduced.

pped a beat as anxiety gripped me. He lifted his h

is expression on me was different from the one he always had. At that moment, he lo

I intended to call him out for dinner, and here

ful as he rolled to the other side, and I was given the chance to stand up. However, he grabbed

nd I was too weak to push it away as it found its way in.

ronger than mine. He nailed me down as he pressed on my

er of my lips, and it was hard to b