Amaira POV:
I woke up to discover that I was cuffed in a terrifying chamber. As I looked around at the dead bodies scattered about, the smell of death flooded my senses. They had their eyes open and were gazing at me with a haunting glare that gave me the impression that they were pleading with me to revive them. Some of them even appeared to whisper to me, telling me that I was about to enter their awful dimension and would soon join them. I was confined by icy, merciless chains that bit into my flesh whenever I moved. Rats made scurrying noises in the shadows as their little claws clattered on the stone floor. My throat began to taste like bile as I took in the horrifying scene in front of me.
The skin on the twisted, broken bodies was a dismal grey colour. Others were missing limbs or had their eyes gouged out, while some had huge wounds that dripped foul fluids. Realising that I was stranded in a place where the living were not wanted and the dead would not rest made me shudder with horror.
It had been thirteen days since the demon had abducted me. I was imprisoned in his lair, which felt like a portal to the dead, and I had no idea what I had done to deserve it.I could still clearly recall the day I was seized. When seven thugs broke into the restaurant where I was enjoying my favourite biryani, they shot me with something that promptly knocked me out. I was in this location being continuously tortured for no apparent cause when I awoke.I had made an attempt to ask the devil why he was torturing me, but he would only respond with, "You know what you did."
Every day, my thoughts was dominated by fear and desperation, making each day seem endless. I didn't know what horrors was in store for me, but I knew they would be beyond description. The demon's henchmen would come and depart, their faces contorted in cruel delight as they tortured me. I can't even remember how many times I had passed out from the pain only to awaken and discover that I was still enmeshed in this nightmare.I started to lose faith in my ability to ever escape as the days dragged on. But I persisted on holding onto the tiniest shred of hope that I would one day be liberated. I waited, wondering what would happen to me in this situation while my heart raced with anxiety and suspense.
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Wrongly Accused
Romance" I'm sor-" "DON'T, JUST DON'T SAY IT. YOU DO NOT EVEN DESERVE TO SAY IT AFTER WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME! I BEGGED YOU, SCREAMED AND PLEAD, BUT YOU DIDN'T HEED MY WORDS. THEN WHY SHOULD I!" I yelled with tears streaming down my face when witnessing m...
