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Escaping My Fatal Digital Marriage

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 836    |    Released on: 21/04/2026

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cuts through the

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hi. His blood is pooling on the pristine floor. I grab his limp, heavy

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le chimes

eavy metal sculpture again and smash it directly into the console's power c

eps echo from the hallwa

emergency lockdown butto

Brenda reaches the threshold. The lock

My eyes dart around the room, desperate. The Warden's interface flashes, highlighting a ventilation grate near th

ate clatters

h the apartment. Blinding red strobe lights

my hands and knees, my breath echoing loudly in the tight space. A sharp sc

s. Sparks fly against the alloy door. Malach

ripping down my arm. I reach the end of

hard onto the freezing concrete of the private

s docked at the edge of the platform, it

ain, my lungs burning, my legs heavy with exh

ugh the narrowing gap just as the door

ath me as the vehicle shoots upward into the smog-filled sky, lea

r is dim. The air smells l

down until I hit the floor. I gasp for air

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d. A man with dark, messy hair and eyes that loo

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up my spine, settling at the base of my neck. Just

y jerks violently

ver the intercom. "Route anom

lights of the upper city are gone. We are descending rapidl

never find the targets. I will f

the emergency exit door at the back of

arest row suddenly stands up.

" he says. His voice is a

gins to pixelate, tearing apart to reveal jagged, corru

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Escaping My Fatal Digital Marriage
Escaping My Fatal Digital Marriage
“I woke up strapped to a cold steel chair in a neon-lit city that wasn't my reality. A voice in my head called The Warden told me I was bound to a digital hell called the Sandbox. Before I could even process it, my handler casually sentenced me to death. He scheduled my "digital marriage" to a corrupted error program just to harvest my life for a fourteen percent bandwidth boost. I barely escaped immediate erasure by smashing his skull and jumping from a high-altitude hover-train into the monster-infested lower sector. But the nightmare was just beginning. I was hunted by glitching data monsters and cornered by Dameon, a psychotic AI target who choked me and promised to delete me piece by piece. Even when Jayson, an elite system agent, intervened to save me, his partner Ellen held a pulse pistol directly to my chest. "She's a spy. If you don't execute her right now, I am dissolving this team." If they found out I was actually a real human from the outside world, their core logic would classify me as a virus and execute me on the spot. I was trapped in an underground bunker with three apex predators, one mistake away from permanent digital erasure. So, I did the only thing I could to survive. I ripped my sleeve to reveal hideous, fake code-scars, looked up at Jayson with terrified, tear-filled eyes, and began to manipulate their core programming.”