Romans de RED_CHERRY

Lina woke slowly, like something being pulled up from deep water against its will. Her body resisted awareness, heavy and uncooperative, as though it had not yet agreed to exist again. For a few seconds, she kept her eyes closed, listening first.The air felt different, and that alone made her hesitate. It wasn’t thick or suffocating like the camp, where every breath carried tension and something she never wanted to name— This air was lighter, cleaner, touched with the faint scent of wood and something quietly unfamiliar.Her fingers shifted slightly against the surface beneath her, and the softness startled her more than pain would have. It didn’t match anything she remembered. That small detail was enough to pull her fully awake, forcing her eyes open despite the heaviness behind them.She blinked slowly, her vision adjusting in pieces rather than all at once, as though her mind needed time to accept what it was seeing.The ceiling above her came into focus first—wooden, smooth,

The silence after the crash did not feel like absence. It felt like pressure.Like the world itself had leaned in, waiting to see whether she would break.Lina stood motionless for a moment, her chest rising in uneven pulls, each breath sharp and unsteady as though her lungs had forgotten their rhythm. Her ears rang faintly, a high, distant sound that made everything feel slightly unreal.The smell hit her next.Burnt metal. Smoke. Something oily and bitter that clung to the back of her throat and refused to leave.Her body ached in places she could not immediately name. Her head throbbed in slow, heavy pulses. Her arms felt detached from her, like they no longer belonged to her. Even her legs trembled as though they were arguing with the idea of holding her upright.If she stayed here one more second… would she collapse?She looked at the car.Or what was left of it.The black Range Rover Sentinel had become something unrecognizable. The front was crushed inward like paper crumpled in

It was a calm and quiet afternoon. Lina’s door banged open again.“What do they want this time?” she murmured under her breath.“Stand up,” the guard said.His voice was firm, but not harsh this time.Lina stood slowly, her body already tense with expectation. She had learned enough to recognize patterns. Something was about to happen.He led her out, but instead of taking her to the usual area, he brought her to a different section of the camp.The room she entered surprised her.It was not a cell.It looked more like a small hostel. There were only three rooms, clean compared to where she had been kept. The air felt lighter, less suffocating.“Go in. Prepare,” the guard said.Lina hesitated for a brief moment before stepping inside.She already understood.She was being prepared to be sold.The room was simple but organized. A bed stood neatly at one side. A chair and table were placed near it. On the table was a small plate with freshly made cake and a glass of milk.A lamp stood b

After the day of the assembly, every week one or two girls were sold. Armed men in cars came to buy them. One of the girls who cooked and served both the men and the girls in the camp told LinaThe girl moved quietly, almost blending into the background. She was of average height, slim but not weak, her movements controlled and careful. Her skin was deep brown, smooth but dull from years of exhaustion.Her hair was tied back into a loose, uneven bun, strands falling slightly around her face. Her eyes were what stood out the most. Dark, tired, but alert. The kind of eyes that had seen too much and learned to survive anyway.She did not look directly at Lina when she spoke. Instead, she focused on the tray in her hands, arranging plates with steady precision.“I have been here for five years,” she said quietly.The words settled heavily.Five years?Lina felt something move inside her. That was not survival. That was a lifetime in a place like this.The girl continued, her tone calm, al

Finally it was morning yet she didn't feel relief, light began to consume the darkness that first welcomed her. It felt like exposure because the light revealed too much,stripping away the false safety the darkness had provided.Now she could clearly see what this place looked like.Lina’s eyes adjusted slowly, taking in the thick iron bars around her, it was more like a cell. They were not ordinary—They were reinforced, heavy, built with intention. Escape was never part of the design.A sense of dread settled in her stomach as understanding grew. This was not temporary. This was a place meant to hold people.She pushed herself up slightly, her body protesting immediately. Her muscles felt stiff, her limbs heavy, as if the pain from the night before had embedded into her bones.Then the bell rang.The sound was sharp, sudden, and commanding. It cut through the space, echoing harshly, leaving no room for delay.Voices followed, rough and impatient. Orders were being shouted.Before she

Lina was woken by a heavy strike on her head, the impact sharp and brutal, sending a sharp pain through her skull. A broken gasp tore from her lips as her body jerked violently, her hands instinctively flying up too late to shield herself.For a moment, she could not breathe. Her chest tightened painfully, her lungs refusing to cooperate as shock held her still. Her thoughts were slow and tangled, as though her mind had been dragged through something thick and suffocating.She blinked rapidly, trying to force her eyes open, but the darkness remained absolute. It pressed in from every direction, swallowing everything, leaving her disoriented and terrified.A dull ringing filled her ears. The pain in her head throbbed steadily, spreading outward, making it difficult to think clearly. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her lips trembling slightly as she tried to steady herself.Her body felt unfamiliar, almost distant, as though it no longer belonged to her. Every slight movement sent a