My possessive boyfriend

Wendy POV

I opened my eyes and the room revealed to me the witness of my suffering at the hands of the lion for the fourth time, I was not able to escape again, I want to be free again without thinking about the problem and whatever it was that I threatened for a year When I looked in the mirror, I had many bruises on every part of my body. He didn't know who I was. Is this really different from my previous appearance? I was just a provincial girl with a beautiful piercing nose. the color is rose like a diamond that is kept but now it's like a vegetable I made a mistake that I should go to Manila what can I do ehhh this is my destiny

Wendy stared at her reflection, the bruises marring her once flawless skin serving as a stark reminder of her ordeal. Her piercing nose, once a symbol of her beauty, now seemed insignificant in the face of her pain. Each bruise told a story of its own, a tale of survival in the lion's den.

As she traced the contours of her face, Wendy couldn't help but wonder if this was her fate, a destiny she couldn't escape. The decision to leave her provincial life behind and venture into Manila now felt like a grave mistake, a choice that had led her straight into the jaws of her tormentor.

But amidst the despair, a flicker of determination ignited within her. Wendy refused to let her suffering define her. She may have been broken physically, but her spirit remained unyielding. With each bruise, she found strength, a resolve to reclaim her freedom and rewrite her destiny.

With a newfound determination, Wendy vowed to break free from the chains that bound her. Manila may have been her downfall, but it would also be the stage for her redemption. She would rise from the ashes of her pain, like a phoenix reborn, and forge a new path for herself.

With a steely gaze, Wendy whispered to her reflection, "I may be bruised, but I am not broken. My destiny is mine to shape, and I will not be held captive by fear or regret. Manila may have brought me to my knees, but it will also be where I rise again."

Wendy's days blurred into a monotonous cycle of pain and despair, each moment tinged with the echoes of her torment. But amidst the darkness, a glimmer of hope pierced through the shadows, igniting a spark of resilience within her.

She refused to be a prisoner of her past, shackled by the chains of fear and regret. With every bruise that adorned her skin, Wendy found a new layer of strength, a determination to reclaim her autonomy and rewrite her narrative.

As the weeks passed, Wendy began to devise a plan, a daring escape from the clutches of her captor. She meticulously plotted each step, drawing upon every ounce of courage she possessed. Failure was not an option; she had tasted freedom once before, and she would not rest until she savored it again.

With a heart pounding with anticipation, Wendy executed her plan with precision, each moment fraught with the possibility of discovery. But she refused to falter, drawing upon her newfound resilience to overcome every obstacle in her path.

And then, finally, she tasted the sweet nectar of freedom once more. With the wind in her hair and the sun on her face, Wendy fled into the embrace of the unknown, leaving behind the darkness that had threatened to consume her.

As she ventured forth into the world, Wendy knew that her journey was far from over. But with the fire of determination burning bright within her, she was ready to face whatever trials lay ahead. For she was no longer a victim of fate, but a phoenix rising from the ashes, ready to soar to new heights.