Dungeon of destiny

Chapter three:Why her ?

                 Noah

Is this real? After three years of haunting solitude, her presence brings a glimmer of hope, reminding me that I am no longer alone in this unimaginable nightmare .

that am alive I titled my head to the side there is blood on her nose her cheeks were red and I knew that she've been slapped how can a person hurt someone as vulnerable as this girl for three years ,I never saw anyone and I wasn't able to use my voice ,is she dead I hope not maybe I can talk for a little bit ? How selfish of me to be that happy and grateful to have her here but I can't help it I was so lonely I was a dead soul with a beating heart.

  I saw her little movements she is a wake her bloody eyes Chico open and am sure she is been crying for hours she moves her head feet and hands I can tell that all her body is sore from her reaction and then tears stream down her face, falling like raindrops from a stormy sky. 

Each droplet carries the weight of her profound sorrow and with broken voice she said to herself

 "OKAY AM OKAY I'LL BE SAVED THEY BRING ME HERE UNSTAD OF KILLING ME AND THAT'S A GOOD THINK"

 she keep repeating the same sentence and it was the strongest think I ever heard I decide to make my presence noticeable since she didn't seem to notice me 

with a husky voice I forget the last time I talked through the years I used to talk with myself even sing so I don't lose my voice but it's been a while that I didn't try maybe because I was hopeless

 " IT'S NEVER A GOOD THINK BEING HERE " and then I swallowed and It was hurtful 

She turned to me so quickly that I thought it may broke her neck ,her eyes show her surprise and fear as she look at my body ,the chains ,the blood ,then my face 

finally we lock our eyes together neither of us broke the eye contact she opened her mouth to say something and then close it like a fish

 After a moment, she broke eye contact, looking away, and whispered, "What cruel fate has brought us together in this dungeon?"

What an interesting question.

Without hesitation, I responded, my voice less hoarse than before, "Dungeon of destiny, I guess."

She locked eyes with me again, inhaling slowly as she asked, "Do you possess any knowledge or strength that can help us break free from this hell?" She paused for a moment, then added, "Or maybe a little hope?"

She looked like a lost puppet, fragile and broken. All I wanted to do was hug her, to offer some comfort in this bleak place. How could I not, when she looked so desperate?

"Please, tell me something, anything," she pleaded, her voice trembling with pain.

With a heavy sigh, my voice tinged with sorrow, I replied, "I wish I could offer you a glimmer of hope, but the truth is, I've lost the meaning of those words." Should I tell her it's been three years? Perhaps it's better if she doesn't know yet. "It's been a long time since I could bring myself to think about hope or escape."

In a dramatic display of emotions, tears stream down her face again as if her heart has burst open, leaving her cheeks drenched in a torrent of sadness  her sobs become a poignant melody, a visual expression of the pain that consumes her face make my heart tie inside of me 

"What's your name?" I asked, noting her distinctly American accent.

"Aurora Grace, from Texas," she replied between sobs.

"Why are you here? You seem so young." As I spoke, realization hit me—maybe she didn't fully understand where she was. Perhaps she didn't know the grim reality that such horrific organizations exist. How could I tell her the truth when she was already so broken?

"You know why you're here, right?" I pressed gently.

The shift in her eyes was immediate, a mix of guilt and despair. "I'm the reason they took me. It was all my fault," she cried, her sobs growing louder. I was utterly confused.

"I've been alone for a long time. Tell me your story," I urged, hoping to understand her situation better.

She hesitated, mistrust evident in her eyes. "It's stupid. So stupid," she whispered, then continued, her voice trembling, "I can't believe my actions would cost me my freedom and my life. Everyone told me not to."

She took a shaky breath, gathering her thoughts. 

"I was working on an essay for my exam and decided to focus on the dark web, the most dangerous corner of the internet. Two days ago, during a Zoom call, my professor asked me about my essay and how my research was going."

Her eyes closed, and she sighed deeply, as if reliving the moment. 

"In front of the entire class, I naively told him that I had found videos and uncovered a lot of intriguing information. Looking back, I can't believe how foolish I was. I guess... that's why I'm here now."

Her story seemed almost too trivial to have led to such dire consequences. Many people create documentaries and short films about the dark web, and none had faced such a fate. 

Why her?

I watched as she struggled to make sense of it all, her face contorted with pain and regret. The weight of her decision, the enormity of her mistake, was written all over her tear-streaked face. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with the effort to hold herself together.

"I thought it would be just another assignment," 

she continued, her voice barely a whisper. 

"Something to impress my professor, to stand out from my classmates. I wanted an A+, to be recognized for my creativity and bravery. But now... now I'm here, in this nightmare, and it's all my fault."

Her confession hung heavy in the air between us. I could feel her despair, her crushing sense of responsibility for the situation she found herself in. It was a burden too great for anyone, let alone someone so young and full of promise.

"Aurora,"

 I said softly, trying to offer some comfort, 

"You couldn't have possibly predicted this outcome. You were simply striving for excellence, trying to be the best version of yourself. This isn't your fault. It's them—the monsters who orchestrated this nightmare."

But even as I spoke, I knew my words were little more than a hollow consolation. The reality was that we were trapped in a nightmare, and the road ahead was shrouded in darkness. As I looked into her haunted eyes, I vowed to myself that, if there was any way out, I would find it. Not just for me, but for Aurora, too.

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