author's povpetal laid on the bed, as the guilt rose like bile in her throat, she buried her face into the pillow and screamed silently, her body trembling uncontrollably. No one knew how long she remained like that—curled up, broken, and locked in the invisible cage of her trauma.Meanwhile, Petal lay in her bed, tossing and turning.Her body ached, but it wasn’t from fatigue. Her mind wouldn’t stop. Every time she closed her eyes, she was dragged back into that memory. Her heart pounded in her chest like a drumbeat of fear.In her dream, she was trapped again.Pinned. Helpless. Screaming.The moon cast a soft silver glow into the room, illuminating the restless figure lying tangled in her sheets. Petal Viotto twisted in her sleep, her face contorted in distress, her lips murmuring fragmented pleas. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, and her breathing grew sharp and rapid.“Please… let me go,” she whimpered, caught in the cruel grip of her nightmare. “Don’t touch me… please, I be
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