Shadow Of Love

rie silence. The lights flicker dimly, casting long shadows that seem to dance on the walls

Ray is palpable, but no one does or says anyt

to myself, feeling a

ed that much to buy the girls. The highest figure was 5 mill

llion to buy one of us. Here they just wanted a toy; something t

the silence with a voice that resonates like thunder i

of surprise and irony runs through the room as everyone begins to leave,

ht me. He ha

ards me with a disturbing confidence, and my heart beats wildly in my chest. I am scared; my body trembles. Although I

is because he is the same as them; he only c

his deep, thick voice, like th

han I already feel. I can't bring myself t

papers and within seconds the gate is open, creaking

w; I thought you were brave," he says, his g

he looks at me makes m

hard at

en everything in t

or you? I don't think you'd like that to happen," his voice

with desperation and the need to survive; I must get out of th

ossing the threshold between darkness and the unknown. Will I be able t

. My body was unwilling to move any further and I didn't intend too either.

presenter exclaimed, his voice

c shock run through my body, forc

nother shock went through me like a bolt of lightning, as my trembling fingers tried

d a magnetic power that kept me tied to that hellish cage. But I kne

d with a mocking bow. "She'll get u

ss the button that would send another electric shock to my body.

ed like a powerful echo in the r

esenter. The fear on his face was palpable; he was more scared than I was.

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me, like a beacon in t

ked, and in that moment, I found myself caught between two wo

t I didn't know if by taking his hand I was walking out of the fire and into

for another minute. "So that's your decision," he said, starting to pull his hand

," I whispered, my voice

on blurred, feeling the life

words before I lost consciousness, let

ectric

e had stolen all my will to live. I fell into an e

the darkness. His tone was firm but also laden with

consciousness, I realized that I had made a crucial

I am sure of in the world of these pigs, it is that a life is nothing to them. Dirtying their hands with blood is no problem for them; for them, a human being is just a disposable object. I

the best in

smile was a beacon in the darkness. She showed me how to find small moments of joy, even in the darkest circumstances. She wa

y light in my w

find her

of encouragement, maybe she wouldn't be dead now. If instead of telling her that I couldn't do anything for her, I had told her

and my mother's voice resonates

ppily, m

in this rotten world. She wanted me to live happily and I

eep my wor

had a ray of light to be happy, that ray faded li

ting for it. Every step I take is a reminder of the sacrifice she made for me and all the others trapped he

he was hope in a world without compassion. With every beat of my heart, I feel the weight of regret and determination intertwined. I'm not just looking for my friend; I'm lookin