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CHAPTER 152: Held Captive

Author: A.B PEN
last update publish date: 2026-10-14 23:29:23

NARAYA

On the fourth day, the lock turned in the middle of the afternoon.

I was sitting on the floor with my back against the bed, counting cracks in the ceiling plaster, because counting was the only thing left that Roger couldn't take. My cheek had gone from purple to a sick yellow-green. My ribs hurt when I breathed. The window was nailed shut from the outside. Ava had gone quiet days ago, curled tight around the small, stubborn flutter beneath my navel, and I had stopped asking her for comf
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