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The Cage She Built For Us

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 574    |    Released on: 10/07/2025

It was a tiny, carved bird, its wings outstretched as if in mid-flight. I had made it for her. My first gift, a piece of code I' d writ

ured so carefully. She'd said it was the most real thing she had ever owned. Looking at it now, lying between us

t, her expression was unreadable. She bent down and picked it up, her long

ing wood was quiet, but it echoed in the room like a gunshot. She opened her han

lat. "It was always so fragile.

r eyes filled with a

part of my story s

, she scooped up the largest splinter of the bird and forced it betwe

d my jaw shut, forcing me to swallow the sharp, woody fragment. I

ing. She stood up, brushing the dust from her han

t of my lif

n she p

nd sensation. The city lights spun into a dizzying kaleidoscope below. For a horrifying, endless moment

. A jolt, a sense of immens

f antiseptic filled my nostrils. A soft, padded helmet was lifted

at leaned over me, his

Your vitals went critical. We had t

body was whole, but I could still feel the phantom sensation of the fall, the

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“I poured years of my life into "The Gilded Cage," a virtual world where I became Noah, determined to save Chloe, its tragic villainess. I guided her, taught her, helped her build a tech empire, thinking I' d rewritten her destiny. But when she finally stood on top of the world, she looked at me, her eyes cold. "You didn't save me, Noah. You just built me a different cage." Then, she brutally threw me from her penthouse balcony. Ejected from the simulation, I thought I was free. But a system malfunction tethered my consciousness to Chloe's. I was dragged through her past, a ghost watching her childhood trauma and Liam Hayes's betrayal unfold, forced to relive every painful step of her original story. Each memory, a cruel reminder of my failure, of the monster I inadvertently helped create. Why was I condemned to witness the very pain I' d tried so hard to prevent again? The system said it was a recursive feedback loop, a side effect of her emergent sentience. But it felt more like a calculated torment. When my consciousness was finally about to dematerialize, Chloe, tear-streaked and broken, reached for me, pleading, "Please. You have to save me." But the phantom pains of her betrayal surged, and I recoiled, spitting out the words that echoed her own cruelty: "My life doesn't need a monster in it." I thought it was over. Then, weeks later, the real Chloe, corporeal and lost, appeared on my doorstep. "I found a way out... You have to help me. You have to save me."”
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