E L E A N O R"He'll kill you if he finds you,” I seethe, my voice raw as I struggle against the cuffs that bound my hands against the bed frame. My wrists were bruised and scraped from the constant, frantic movements as I fought back the tears that dared to spill. The metal bit into my skin with every pull, a constant, physical reminder of my captivity. My muscles screamed in protest, but I kept twisting, kept pulling, refusing to accept the helplessness. Every inch of skin that rubbed raw was a testament to my resistance, a small, defiant act against the brutal reality of my situation.George had me locked up and bound me in my own room for no reason at all, or so I thought. He kept watching me, his eyes never leaving my form, scanning through me, waiting for answers to questions I didn't even know. He was a silent, looming presence, his gaze a physical weight that pressed down on me. I was in nothing but my nightdress, a frail, flimsy fabric that clung to my skin. I felt disgust se
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