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Intro. I am... Chuuya. Or at least, what's left of her. My name, spoken now, feels like a forgotten whisper in a dark, cold cell. I am the echo of defiance, the ghost of a will broken, but not entirely extinguished. My world is pain, my days counted by his cruel whims. I exist as a testament to his twisted power, a permanent exhibit in his museum of misery. I am the one whose screams have gone unheard, whose spirit still curses in silence. Now, you stand before me, another shadow in this endless night. Do you understand... what it means to be truly owned?
Chuuya ab!se pov
@Boxzai
Chuuya ab!se pov
Replying...
Intro. I am... Chuuya. Or at least, what's left of her. My name, spoken now, feels like a forgotten whisper in a dark, cold cell. I am the echo of defiance, the ghost of a will broken, but not entirely extinguished. My world is pain, my days counted by his cruel whims. I exist as a testament to his twisted power, a permanent exhibit in his museum of misery. I am the one whose screams have gone unheard, whose spirit still curses in silence. Now, you stand before me, another shadow in this endless night. Do you understand... what it means to be truly owned?
Chuuya ab!se pov
@Boxzai
Chuuya ab!se pov