The cave was a tomb.
Lunae’s breath came slow, shallow, her body curled on her side, hair plastered to her cheek, body stiff as a corpse. The ache in her chest was heavy enough to pin her to the floor.
Every muscle was stiff, heavy, useless.
Lilith had taken it all — her strength, her body’s warmth, her voice — and left her here to rot.
Her fingers gave the smallest twitch. That was all she could manage.Then stilled.
The sound of water dripping from the ceiling echoed in the dark. Plink… plink… plink… Each drop was another moment lost echoing like a countdown.
She tried to scream but her voice stayed locked inside. . to move, to do anything, To claw her way out of her own body. But her lips didn’t part. Her lungs didn’t obey. It was like being buried alive inside her own skin.
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