Lost in flames Found in dark
Trapped in a nightmare, Shruti lost all sense of time. Day and night became indistinguishable, swallowed by a darkness that clung to the room like a sickness. There were no windows, no escape. The only light was the flicker of a dying bulb, casting weak, trembling shadows that made everything feel more monstrous. When it stayed on, she almost wished it wouldn't-because then, she saw everything. The peeling, mold-ridden walls. The rusted chains digging into her skin. The dried blood on the cold, cracked floor-hers and those who had been here before her, forgotten.
She learned quickly that screaming was futile.
The first time, her voice was raw, her throat ached from begging for mercy, for help, for anything. She clawed at the chains, desperate to free herself. Her wrists bled, and her shoulders screamed with every pull. But the only answer was a cruel, mocking laugh, echoing from the shadows.
"I like that spirit," the voice had said, low and dangerous. "Let's see how long it lasts."
Once, she had been a champion-a girl with a loving brother, a devoted lover, and a world full of promise. Her future had been bright, her life secure. But everything came crashing down the day she was taken. Years passed-lost, erased, forgotten. Or so she thought. Was she really forgotten? Was there any chance of escape, or was this her fate, to die here, buried in darkness?
But what if death isn't the end? What if it's only the beginning?
Join the journey...
Lost in the flames. Found in the dark.
