While I was held captive, Lucas and Sophia grew ever closer.
News reports poured in.
The two attended countless events together, hosting grand celebrations.
They mingled and basked in the spotlight, thriving.
Every finance channel was buzzing.
Lucas’s investment was a huge success, and he was poised to become one of the richest men in Newport’s elite.
Ahead of him was a dazzling future.
Behind me, however, was a group of cruel demons.
They took out every bit of their anger and resentment on me.
Whips, daggers, branding irons, steel needles—
They made me beg for death.
On the fifteenth day, I finally found a chance to escape.
I can no longer remember the obstacles and terrors along the way.
I only remember running and running.
Running until my legs went numb, until my wounds tore open again, until I was down to my last breath.
Just as I was about to collapse, about to despair, about to give up,
a melody guided me.
I no longer cared that I was naked.
I didn’t care about dignity or shame; all I wanted was to survive.
But when I arrived at the scene, I saw Lucas taking Sophia to the countryside for charity work.
The setup was grand; reporters filled the place.
How ironic.