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Chapter Eleven-The Cage

Author: Lyna
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-08 11:15:29

I opened my eyes slowly. The first sensation was not pain, but a profound disorientation. I was wrapped in something impossibly soft, something that smelled faintly of expensive lavender and clean cotton. The last thing I remembered was the cold, harsh pavement of Lot 27, the icy grip of the gate, and the overwhelming desire for the world to simply stop spinning.

I cracked my eyes open. Instead of the buzzing fluorescent bulb of a cell or the cracked plaster of my apartment ceiling, I was greeted by a canopy of silk and gold thread. I shot upright, the blanket pooling around my waist. The movement sent a fresh wave of nausea through my head, but the fear was stronger.

I wasn't in a prison cell. I was in a palace bedroom. The room was massive, decorated in muted tones of cream and dark wood. A floor-to-ceiling window overlooked a sprawling, perfectly manicured garden bathed in the soft glow of hidden uplights. The silence was absolute, a wealthy, suffocating silence.

I looked down. The
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