Art of Torment: A Captive's Defiance

Art of Torment: A Captive's Defiance

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The cold, sharp edges of the resin necklace dug into my skin, a constant, physical reminder of Alexander Vance' s twisted grasp. Just hours ago, I, Scarlett Hayes, had almost tasted freedom, only to be dragged back to this gilded cage. He didn't yell, he never did, not at first; his silence was always more terrifying than any scream. "Why do you keep trying to leave?" he would ask, his voice a smooth vibration that set my teeth on edge, entirely oblivious to the torment he inflicted. I longed to tell him that his control was suffocating, or that the fractured pieces of my destroyed art embedded in the necklace were a constant agony. Instead, I met his gaze with a defiant chin, "Maybe I like the exercise." But Alexander Vance was never fooled, not the man who saw me only as a broken bird to be possessed. My wrist still carried the faint scar from the day he broke my drawing hand, a brutal lesson in his twisted love. "Don' t lie to me," he whispered, his thumb pressing down on the mark, "You met with someone. You think there' s a single breath you take in this city that I' m not aware of?" The accusation hung thick and suffocating; he was right – I met Marcus Thorne, his rival, my only hope for escape. But what if my hope was just another cage? What if the man I thought was my savior was just as monstrous and possessive as my captor, seeing me not as a person, but as a prize to be won? The question gnawed at me with chilling certainty, just weeks before Alexander' s grand "Aion Project" launch, a monument built on the ruin of my family' s dreams. This elaborate trap, this calculated play for freedom, was not just about survival anymore. It was about discovering how deep the treachery went.

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The cold, sharp edges of the resin necklace dug into my skin, a constant, physical reminder of Alexander Vance' s twisted grasp.

Just hours ago, I, Scarlett Hayes, had almost tasted freedom, only to be dragged back to this gilded cage.

He didn't yell, he never did, not at first; his silence was always more terrifying than any scream.

"Why do you keep trying to leave?" he would ask, his voice a smooth vibration that set my teeth on edge, entirely oblivious to the torment he inflicted.

I longed to tell him that his control was suffocating, or that the fractured pieces of my destroyed art embedded in the necklace were a constant agony.

Instead, I met his gaze with a defiant chin, "Maybe I like the exercise."

But Alexander Vance was never fooled, not the man who saw me only as a broken bird to be possessed.

My wrist still carried the faint scar from the day he broke my drawing hand, a brutal lesson in his twisted love.

"Don' t lie to me," he whispered, his thumb pressing down on the mark, "You met with someone. You think there' s a single breath you take in this city that I' m not aware of?"

The accusation hung thick and suffocating; he was right – I met Marcus Thorne, his rival, my only hope for escape.

But what if my hope was just another cage?

What if the man I thought was my savior was just as monstrous and possessive as my captor, seeing me not as a person, but as a prize to be won?

The question gnawed at me with chilling certainty, just weeks before Alexander' s grand "Aion Project" launch, a monument built on the ruin of my family' s dreams.

This elaborate trap, this calculated play for freedom, was not just about survival anymore.

It was about discovering how deep the treachery went.

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