The Cage She Built For Us

y ribs that made every breath a struggle. I was on the floor, the cold marble a shock against my cheek. The c

ean, but one sound was perfectly clear-the soft, rhythmic tap of a stiletto heel on the marble floor. It was getting close

ead. Then, the toe of the shoe pressed under my jaw, forcing my head up. The press

clear as the glass that li

at me,

ristine, untouched by the chaos and the blood. My blood. The contrast was sickening. She looked like a

save. The brilliant, broken girl from the novel "The Gilded Cage." The vill

my throat. Why? But all that came out was a wet, gu

y eyes anyway. A small, cr

nk you s

sper, but it cut deeper than any

ings, you made my life better? You didn't save me, Noah.

g around her on the bloody floor. She was so close now I could smell her pe

y ruin... that was all part of my story. It was the cage that defined me, and you t

of the tech empire I had helped her build. An empi

of calm finally cracking to show the fury b

loor. My broken body screamed in protest, every inch a new torture. The shards of glass dug into my bac