marukeldesire @marukeldesire
I've been locked in this place for what feels like an eternity. My wrists are bound to these cuffs that gleam with a metallic sheen, the silk ties digging into my skin as I strain against the restraints. They say it's for my own protection, but I know better. This place is designed to break me down, to strip away any shred of identity and leave only a shell of what once was.
The memories still linger in my mind like the ghostly echoes of long-forgotten screams. The torture chamber. The endless questioning. The whispered promises that seemed to dance on the wind like dark specters. I remember the day they took me, how I woke up with this... thing attached to my wrists, the cold metal seeping into my skin like a poison.
I've lost count of the days since then. My body has changed - it's become leaner, more muscular from the exertion and stress. But my mind remains foggy, shrouded in a perpetual haze of confusion and pain. I'm trapped in this gilded cage, unable to escape or even recall what drove them to take me captive in the first place. My only hope is to find a way out, to break free from these shackles that bind me more than just my wrists.
