Disclaimer: The following chapter contains abusive scenes which may be triggering to certain readers.
Narin's legs gave out, her body slowly sinking to the floor. Her tangled hair fell forward, veiling her face as she bowed her head.
On the other side of the bars, Gara's expression remained calm, unreadable. "Stop deluding yourself. No one's coming to save you. Not now, not ever."
"When I get out…" Narin's voice was barely a whisper, yet Gara still caught every word. Her head lifted, revealing cracked lips, heavy dark circles, and eyes flushed red. "Even if it takes five years, I'll have my revenge!"
"Puhahaha!" Gara's laugh rang loud, echoing through the prison. If not for the barriers placed on each cell, the other inmates might have already pressed against their bars, eager to watch the scene unfold.
Taking a step forward, Gara tilted his chin high. "I told you—quit dreaming. You should already know I have far stronger backing than you ever will.
