Cyril
I had stopped counting the days—or was it hours? Time had lost all meaning in this dark, suffocating room. Every attempt I made to reason with my captor, every plea, every promise of money, of anything they might want, had fallen on deaf ears.
“Please… just let me go,” I whispered again, my voice hoarse from constant pleading. My wrists throbbed from the ropes, the rough fibers cutting into my skin. “I won’t tell anyone… I swear I won’t… just let me leave!”
The man simply stared at me, his expression unreadable, and for a moment I wondered if he even understood my words—or if he did, whether he even cared.
I tried another tactic. “Listen, you don’t have to do this. You don’t know what I can do. If you let me go, I promise—no one will be the wiser. You can walk away and I’ll forge
