AMORA’S POV;
The room felt colder now, like the walls were closing in around me. Every breath I took felt shallow, uneven, as if the air itself had thickened with the weight of my thoughts. My chest heaved, the panic sitting heavy in my lungs. I had been through so much in my life, but this? This was something entirely different. Something I couldn’t put into words, something I couldn’t even process.
The moment I woke up from fainting, the shock of it all had hit me again. It was as if I was reliving the horror, the fear, the confusion. Everything in me had screamed to run, but his words, those cold, terrifying words, were still echoing in my mind. "You’ll regret it if you run."
And I had.
I didn’t even know what time it was. The thick, heavy curtains kept the light out, trapping me in
