Today was finally the day.
The day I had been dreading for weeks had arrived, and with it came an unbearable weight in my chest.
I woke up earlier than planned, my body restless, my mind unable to find peace. Maybe it was because today wasn’t just an event—it was the day I willingly walked into a cage and let the door lock behind me.
A part of me wanted to run.
Every fiber of my being screamed at me to turn around, to escape before it was too late. But I knew I wouldn’t. I wasn’t brave enough to leave, to endure the aftermath of what that choice would mean. I wasn’t strong enough to fight for myself.
And now, all I could do was *hope*.
Hope that after today, maybe—just maybe—Muk would change for me.
Even just a little.
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Dragging my feet, I stepped into the shower, letti
