Shattered Vows

Prison

It had been a week since I was trapped in this grand house, and each day felt like falling deeper into darkness. The mansion, which once seemed impressive, now felt like a prison. Marco's rules took away any freedom or hope I had left.

My days were controlled by his strict demands. I couldn't leave the house without his permission, and even inside, I was restricted in where I could go and who I could talk to. The isolation was overwhelming, and I felt more alone than ever.

The thought of marrying Marco was crushing. The idea of spending my life with someone I hated was terrifying. I couldn't shake the fear of what might come after the wedding. Would he force me into a life where I had no say?

Each night, lying alone in my room, the silence was deafening. The beautiful decor that once impressed me now felt cold and unwelcoming. My room, though large and fancy, felt like a cell. I was consumed by fear and worry about the future. The idea of being stuck in this life, with no way out, was unbearable.

Even in my room, I felt exposed. The mansion's walls might have kept me safe physically, but they did nothing to ease my worries. I was alone with my thoughts, which only made my fears worse. The thought of being forced into a life I didn't want, with someone who I both hated and feared, was almost too much to bear.

I tried to remember happier times, moments with my mother when life seemed bright. But those memories only made my current situation feel more painful. Her absence was a huge void in my life, and the comfort I hoped to find in those memories only highlighted how lost I felt.

As the wedding day approached, my anxiety grew. The idea of being stuck with Marco for the rest of my life was terrifying. I worried about what might come next, fearing that my future would be filled with misery and that I would lose all control over my own life.

In the quiet of the night, I would curl up on my bed, tears soaking my pillow as I thought about how unfair it all was. I wanted to fight back, to scream against this hopeless situation, but even small acts of defiance seemed pointless against Marco's control.

The mansion, once a symbol of luxury, now felt like a prison. My fears seemed endless, and hope felt like a distant dream. All I could do was cling to the faint hope that somehow, something might change, and that I could escape this life of despair.