Five days later...Flashback (Third Person POV)Darkness crushed in from all sides, thick and suffocating, the air stale with fear and rot. She was locked in that tiny room again, no bigger than a closet, walls pressing closer every breath she took. Childhood trauma clawed back vicious fourteen years old, punishment they called it, but really just their way of breaking her for daring to question their choices. Door bolted tight, no light, no food, just endless hours stretching into days while their voices argued outside about debts and shame and how she'd never be enough to fix anything.Thunder cracked sudden outside now, lightning flashing brief white through cracks in the boards, thunder rumbling deep like the house itself groaned in pain. She pounded fists raw against wood, screaming till throat shredded. "Let me out! Please, mom dad where are you please save me. Then creak of hinges slow, deliberate. Door swung open inch by inch, silhouette filling the frame, tall and merciless
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