[ I want to finish this but why its getting longer an d longer..,I will stop for a while ok..read it today.. ]
Pavel's pulse quickened as he rushed to the door, desperation fueling his every movement. He reached for the handle, his heart pounding in his chest. **Locked.**
His breath caught in his throat as he stared at the automatic door, the biometric scanner glinting ominously under the overhead lights. Panic surged through him, swirling like a tempest inside his mind.
"Let me out, Pooh! Please!" he pleaded, his voice cracking with fear. "I can't stay here. Just open the door!"
Pooh leaned casually against the wall, an unsettling calmness etched into his features. The smirk on his face sent chills down Pavel's spine.
"No," he replied, his voice devoid of empathy. The single word seemed to hang in the air, heavy with the weight of his authority.
Pavel's eyes darted around the room, searching for any semblance of an escape route. He could feel Pooh's gaze, sharp and penetrating, watching him closely, analyzing every twitch of his body. The tension in the room was suffocating, and the realization that he was trapped began to seep into his bones.
Without thinking, Pavel bolted toward the balcony door, hoping against hope that it would offer him some means of escape. As he reached for the handle, a sense of dread washed over him.
**Locked.** Frantically, he pulled at the door, but it wouldn't budge.
"Let me out! Let me go!" His voice rose in desperation, but there was only silence in response.
The balcony window was reinforced with heavy glass, and he could see it had been modified to resemble a cage—a high mesh barrier stretched from floor to ceiling, enclosing the once-open space, foiling any chances of a hasty escape.
Pavel stumbled backward, disbelief washing over him as he took in the reality of his situation. He was cornered, trapped in a room with a man who thrived on dominance and control. The dread that pooled in his stomach morphed into despair.
*There was no escape.** He felt the walls closing in on him, both physically and emotionally.
"No, no, no... this can't be happening," he whispered, panic rising in his throat like bile. He turned back to face Pooh, who stood there, a semblance of satisfaction creeping across his features.
"You should know by now, Baby," Pooh said, his smug tone sending a ripple of nausea through Pavel. "I always take precautions. You think I would let you wander off on your own?"
"Why are you doing this?" Pavel's voice trembled, and he felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes. "I just want to be free!"
"Freedom, you say?" Pooh chuckled darkly, his eyes glimmering with an unsettling mixture of amusement and menace. "You had freedom but this is your fault..you are the one who is not listening .we are in here because of you..You made your choice."
Pavel's heart sank, the weight of Pooh's words crushing him. It was true; he had felt entrapped in a cycle of toxic love and dependence, but he had come to see that it was possible to break free. Now, however, he was reminded of the precarious grip Pooh held over his life.
