Months Back
Life after the kidnapping had not been kind to Seraphina. It had been a relentless descent into a merciless abyss that stripped away every illusion she once held about her own strength.
Gone was the world of opulent marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and whispered reverence that followed her name wherever she went. No more silk sheets that smelled of lavender and wealth. No more servants who anticipated her every whim. No more power that could crush lives with a single phone call.
Only confinement remained.
The cold, damp floors pressed against her bare skin like icy accusations. The silent walls seemed to close in tighter with every passing hour, breathing despair into her lungs. Endless waiting became her only companion, waiting for food that never came on time, waiting for the next interrogation, waiting for the moment they might finally end her suffering.
