𝐀 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐨 [𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧]

PROLOGUE

In the depths of the decrepit mansion's basement, the only sound echoing off the damp walls was her anguished breathing. Chains bound her wrists, ankles, and neck, reducing her to a helpless, caged animal. She lay sprawled on the frigid, concrete floor, her hair a tangled mess, blood oozing from the corner of her swollen, crimson lip, and livid handprints branding her pale, bruised cheeks.

For thirty excruciating days, she'd been trapped in this dank, dimly lit purgatory, subjected to unrelenting torture. The last hour had been the most agonizing, her soul shattered, her hope annihilated. She'd clung to the thought that he would find her, rescue her, but now that glimmer of hope had flickered out, plunging her into an abyss of despair.

"Why hadn't he come for her?" she thought, her mind consumed by tormenting doubts. "Did he even care?" The questions swirled in her mind like a vortex, fueling her hatred for him. She wanted to die, to escape the unending agony, the crushing helplessness. Life had lost all meaning, all purpose.

Tears mingled with the blood on her cheeks as she whispered, "I want to die...I have nothing left to live for." The chains seemed to tighten, the shadows closing in, suffocating her. In this dark, forsaken place, she was utterly alone, her heart shattered into a million jagged pieces. The pain was a living entity, devouring her from the inside out.

Who is she?

Will he come to save her?

Can she escape from this hell?