AMORA’S POV;
It’s been three days.
Three days of oppressive silence. Three days of staring at the same walls, tracing the same patterns, walking the same paths in this luxurious prison I once mistook for safety. No one’s come for me. No one has said a word, except for him. And even then, the words that pass between us are few and far colder than I ever imagined they would be.
For three days, I’ve been trapped, locked away in this room like an animal in a cage. It feels like a lifetime. The days blur together in a haze of confusion, fear, and the gnawing feeling that I’m slowly being erased, bit by bit. The window across the room taunts me with glimpses of the outside world—of freedom. The sunlight filters through, casting faint shadows on the floor, but even the light can’t reach me in
