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Chapter 25

She is strong, but not in the ways most people think. She loves more than she'll ever get back and she knows it. And yet, she loves anyway.

- J.M. Storm

|A L E E Z A|

In the cold, shadowy room, I huddled against the damp wall, my once-bright clothes now stained and torn. The air felt thick with fear, and the only light flickered dimly overhead.

My trembling fingers traced the dampness on the wall as I cast terrified glances at the rusty, imposing door. The chilling creaks of the old building blended with distant whispers, making the silence even more sinister.

Why am I here? I did nothing wrong. I do not bully people, I do not shame them, anyhow. Yet, here I am.

Please, I didn't do anything," I whispered, my voice barely audible in the oppressive darkness. "Let me go, please."

I only remember being taken away from the park, near the penthouse. I sneaked out of the penthouse to make friends. I hate being alone and caged all the time. I d
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