Layla’s POVIn my dreams, I often imagined finding the exit door from hell , a quiet place where I could finally rest, truly rest. A haven filled with serenity, far from instruments of torture, violence, and screams. Unfortunately, that dream was all it would ever be. I would never escape my prison. No one would come to rescue me. Who would want a woman like me? Broken, scarred, and burdened with a past too heavy to bear.My consciousness slowly drifts back, pulling me away from the depths of memory. My eyelids flutter, heavy and uncertain. The darkness soothes me, only a thin ray of moonlight cutting through the room, painting pale lines across the ceiling. I let my eyes follow them, losing myself for a moment in their quiet dance. It had been so long since I felt anything close to peace. To be precise, I felt nothing,no memories, no pain, no fear. What was happening to me?My gaze drifts toward the window. I ache to go outside, to feel the night air against my skin, to be free , ev
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