Always

⚠️ Teaser ⚠️

In the depths of a cold, stone basement, an innocent soul lay restrained, shackled by the merciless chains of an unjust society. The only source of illumination was a solitary light bulb dangling from above, casting eerie shadows across the melancholic prison cell. This captive's existence oscillated between fleeting moments of solace and the endless torment of darkness. As the dim light flickered, it revealed the fragile form huddled in the corner. Wrinkles marked the face that once knew laughter, while eyes, once vibrant, now reflected the weight of a wrongful conviction. Time passed languidly, with each tick of the clock serving as a reminder of life's cruel irony.

The rules of this dismal existence were simple; endure, resist, and maintain hope amidst darkness. But the struggle came at an immeasurable cost. How does one hold on to sanity when silence engulfs their very soul? Do the demons of despair, constantly lurking in the shadows, ever release their unyielding grip? Days melded into months, with time becoming an abstract concept within the her fractured mind. Yet, each morning brought renewed fervor, as the flickering light above spoke of the world waiting just beyond reach. There was a relentless faith woven within the chains, a belief that the truth would eventually pierce the opacity of prejudice.

-She began constructing an alternative reality, centered around the elusive idea of freedom. In this clandestine realm, she soared through vast landscapes, unshackled and unrestrained. Here, every heartbeat echoed defiance against antagonistic destiny, and justice blossomed within the darkest corners of a forgotten basement. Until the black wooden door forcefully opened, shedding her with the harshest light, as it burns her dilated eyes. The figure that once adorned her, entered with aversion and antipathy, walking towards her as the steps marked an agony against her. She stood inches away, kneeling down to her captive, gripping her strands and forcefully raised her head. "My betrayal....my used to be....everything in my life....my thief.....my heartbreaker....my Freen" she derided "don't die on me just yet.....you still have a long way through your endless loop of ordeal and anguish"

-Freen looked at her wearingly, as her eyes are pale like an endless wintery night, her breaths where heavy, as her lunges gave up and decided to shut down to rest. Bloodstains where all around her clothes, her head was dripping some blood, while her wrists were scratched and bruised. She couldn't speak nor respond, her only way of communicating is through her lifeless eyes. Rebecca slapped her twice on her cheek, looking at her coldly and hatefully. "talk to me Sarocha!! I don't remember that I've cut your tongue!" she raged, while she waited for a response "sigh....useless, anyway..this is just the beginning Sarocha! you took something that was dearly to me! And, now I will make you beg me to end your life, I will continue to torture you, until your body decides to give up!!" Rebecca then stood up, while she sarcastically laughed. She then gave her one last slap before leaving her alone, battling and hissing in pain.

As soon as the door closed, she slightly raised her head, inhaling deeply, while looking straight at the wooden door. "BETA" she called inaudibly, as her body was about to give up "Initiate.....I'm coming home....p-protocol"