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      Chapter 8

      by Mae Celeste The cool night air brushed against my fingertips, tinged with the faint scent of freedom. I stretched higher, my muscles straining as the rusted window latch gave under the pressure. It was open now, a thin crack of possibility, the outside world so close I could almost taste it. For the first time in what felt like forever, hope flared hot and sharp in my chest, pushing against the numbness that had threatened to consume me. But then, the hair on the back of my neck prickled, the primal sense of danger…
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      Chapter 6

      by Mae Celeste The silence of the basement wasn't comforting anymore. It was a heavy, crushing thing that wrapped around me like an iron shroud. It wasn’t the kind of silence that offered peace or rest—it was oppressive, alive, mocking me with its weight. It was as if the silence itself was laughing at me, at the pitiful state of what my life had become. The quiet only reminded me of how utterly alone I was, of how everything had been stripped away until there was nothing left but this still, suffocating void. I…
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      Chapter 5

      by Mae Celeste   The morning light that filtered through the basement window was a dull gray, a color that seemed to seep into my bones and leach away what little warmth I had left. Owen had uncuffed us before the break of dawn, his movements as silent as the shadows that danced across the walls. He left without a word, the sound of the lock sliding into place a cruel reminder of my confinement. I lay there on the deflating air mattress, my body aching from the night spent shackled to him. The imprint of his…
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      Chapter 4

      by Mae Celeste The first light of dawn seeped through a small, grimy window set high in the wall, casting a feeble glow over my prison. I lay there, aching and disoriented, the events of the previous day replaying in my mind like a broken record. The room was a crypt, silent and cold, filled with shadows that danced mockingly in the half-light. As my eyes adjusted, I took in the details of my surroundings. The walls were bare concrete, the cold seeping into my bones, and the floor was a patchwork of cracked tiles that…
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      Chapter 3

      by Mae Celeste I woke to a consciousness that felt like a delicate wisp of smoke, curling and stretching in the dim light of an unfamiliar room. My mind was a fog, thick and suffocating, as I tried to stitch together the threads of memory that would explain my surroundings. The walls around me were an oppressive shade of grey, the kind that seemed to drink in the light, leaving the air heavy with shadows. A chill ran down my spine, not just from the cold that seeped from the concrete floor, but from the creeping…
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      Chapter 2

      by Mae Celeste   The heavy door of the lecture hall thudded shut behind me, the sound carrying a sense of satisfaction that hummed through my veins. Jasmine's laughter chimed in beside me, her body pressed against mine as if drawn by some unspoken gravitational pull. Her perfume—light, floral, and expensive—clung to my senses like a familiar blanket. I tightened my arm around her waist, relishing the attention from the guys who offered their congratulations on last night’s game-winning goal. "Did you see…
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      Chapter 1

      by Mae Celeste   My eyes, clouded with unshed tears, struggled to focus on the figure at the front of the room. Owen's dark hair seemed to absorb the light, creating a cruel parody of a halo above his head. With every smirk tossed in Jasmine's direction, my chest tightened, the pain a relentless tide threatening to drown me. My fingers trembled like leaves in a storm, searching the depths of my bag for the tools of my confession. The pen felt foreign in my grasp, its weight heavy with the burden of my unsaid…
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