Caged - Anusiem, Precious
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The room was quiet-too quiet. Leah could feel it-an oppressive silence pressing in from all sides. It was the kind of silence that felt alive, pulsing with a malevolent energy she couldn't escape. She tried to ignore the weight of it, the heavy air that seemed to thicken with each passing second, but it clung to her like a second skin. She wasn't alone, though no one else was physically there. Her breath was shallow, each exhale shaky, betraying her composure. Every corner of the room seemed darker than it should be, as if the very walls conspired to close in on her, suffocating her with their…mehr

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The room was quiet-too quiet. Leah could feel it-an oppressive silence pressing in from all sides. It was the kind of silence that felt alive, pulsing with a malevolent energy she couldn't escape. She tried to ignore the weight of it, the heavy air that seemed to thicken with each passing second, but it clung to her like a second skin. She wasn't alone, though no one else was physically there. Her breath was shallow, each exhale shaky, betraying her composure. Every corner of the room seemed darker than it should be, as if the very walls conspired to close in on her, suffocating her with their oppressive weight. The shadow moved, subtle at first, curling along the floor like tendrils of smoke. Leah knew it was coming for her. It always did. "You're weak," it whispered, though the sound came from inside her head. The voice was soft, seductive in its cruelty, a melody of all her worst fears. "You've always been weak." Leah's eyes squeezed shut, as if she could will the words away, but they clung to her like the shadow itself-relentless, inescapable. She pulled her knees to her chest, pressing her forehead against them, seeking some small comfort in the act. The cold floor beneath her felt real, unlike the shadow, which was something more abstract, more terrifying. It had no form she could fight, no face she could confront. It was everything she feared, every doubt she carried, all swirling around her in a vortex of despair. "Why do you even try?" the shadow taunted. "Haven't you learned by now? There's no escaping me." Leah's fingers dug into her arms, the physical pain grounding her, if only for a moment. She wanted to scream, to yell at the voice and tell it that it was wrong, that she wasn't weak, that she could fight. But even as the thoughts formed, they felt hollow, like an empty promise she could no longer believe. She had tried before-so many times. Tried to push back, tried to find the strength to stand up and break free. But every attempt had ended the same, with her collapsed on the floor, defeated. This time wasn't any different. The weight of her failures pressed down on her, making it harder to breathe, harder to move. "Just let go," the shadow urged, its voice soothing, almost kind. "It would be easier. No more fighting. No more pain. Just... surrender." Leah's eyes snapped open. For a moment, the temptation to give in was strong. She was so tired of fighting, so tired of the constant struggle. But as the shadow's tendrils crept closer, something inside her stirred-something small, but unmistakable. A spark. Her chest tightened as she forced herself to look up. The shadow loomed larger now, the darkness swirling around her in a dense fog. It whispered lies, twisted truths she had believed for so long that they had become a part of her. But now, in this moment of overwhelming despair, a sliver of defiance surfaced. "You're wrong," Leah muttered, her voice barely audible, more to herself than to the shadow. It paused, sensing the change. "What did you say?" ⚡ Step into Leah's world-grab your copy of Caged today and discover the power of hope in the face of darkness.
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