The Fallout

AMIDST THIS DIMLY lit chamber, a once-vibrant soul now teetered on the precipice of madness. Eyes were once filled with life and hope and had turned into hollow windows of a fractured mind. Tattered remnants of sanity floated in the abyss of gaze, like fragile leaves caught in the relentless storm.

The room itself contributes to her losing count of her surroundings, the stone cold walls bearing to witness unspeakable horrors that she had been through. The faint drip of water echoed like a maddening metronome; measuring out the agonizing passage of time that she spent inside this torture chamber. Just how long has it been since that incident had happened?

The rusty chains that bound her had become an extension of her own torment, biting into her wrist and ankle, leaving infected wounds and bruises. Her hair, once a cascade of silk and sun-kissed beauty, now hung in tangled, matted strands around her face; gone was the lustrous sheen, replaced by a dull, gr