Four months, it feels like an eternity since I've been trapped in this tiny, dingy room. The walls seem to be closing in on me, and the loneliness is suffocating. I've lost count of the days, but I know it's been three months since I was ripped away from my mother's loving arms.

The maid's visits are my only connection to the outside world, but she's as silent as a ghost. I beg her for news of my mother, but she ignores me, her expression a mask of indifference. If I don't eat the meager rations she brings, I'm punished with three days of hunger, a cruel reminder of my captor's control.

Time is a blur, and I'm starting to lose hope. Will I ever see my mother's warm smile again? Will I ever feel the sun's gentle touch on my skin? Or am I doomed to spend the rest of my days in this cramped, dark prison? The uncertainty is a constant torment, gnawing at my soul like a rat in the walls.

As the days blend together, I find myself clinging to memories of my past life. I remember the way my mother's hands felt, soft and gentle, as she brushed my hair. I recall the sound of her laughter, warm and infectious, and the way it made me feel like everything would be alright.

But even those memories are starting to fade, like a painting left in the rain. I try to hold on to them, but they slip through my fingers like sand.

I've tried to keep track of time, marking the days on the wall with a piece of chalk. But the marks have become a jumbled mess, a testament to my own confusion.

The maid's visits are my only anchor to reality. I try to read her face, searching for any hint of kindness or compassion. But it's like looking for a glimmer of light in a dark well.

Sometimes, I wonder if anyone is even looking for me. Does my mother think I'm still alive? Does she wonder what happened to me?

The questions swirl in my head, a never-ending cycle of doubt and fear. I'm trapped in this room, with no escape, no hope.

But still, I hold on to the memories. They're all I have left. And I whisper my mother's name, over and over, like a prayer.

The silence was deafening. Adrik's absence was a welcome relief, yet it filled me with a sense of unease. I couldn't shake the feeling that he was waiting for something, or someone, before making his next move.

The days passed slowly, each one a carbon copy of the last. The maid brought food, I ate, and I waited. Waited for what, I didn't know. Waited for someone to come and rescue me? Waited for Adrik to return and continue his twisted games?

I tried to keep myself occupied, pacing the small room, counting the steps, counting the seconds. But my mind always wandered back to Adrik. What was he doing? Was he thinking of me? Did he even care?

The uncertainty was suffocating. I felt like a pawn in a game I didn't understand, with players I couldn't see. And Adrik, the mastermind, was nowhere to be found.

As the clock struck 3:00, I heard the familiar sound of footsteps approaching. But instead of the maid's usual quiet knock, the door burst open and Adrik strode in, his presence filling the room like a dark storm cloud.

He was dressed in a tailored suit, his eyes gleaming with an intensity that made my skin crawl. In his hand, he carried a small, elegantly wrapped box.

"Good afternoon," he said, his voice dripping with false courtesy. "I see you're still enjoying my hospitality."

I stood frozen, unsure of what to say or do. The maid didn't follow him in, and for a moment, we were alone.

Adrik walked closer, his eyes locked on mine. "I brought you a gift," he said, holding out the box. "A little something to brighten up your stay."

I hesitated, unsure of what to do. But something about Adrik's smile told me I had no choice. I took the box, my hands trembling slightly as I unwrapped the paper to reveal a diamond necklace.

The necklace was hauntingly beautiful, but it sent shivers down my spine. I knew I had to be careful. "As Adrik turned me around to fasten the diamond necklace with the large 'AM' pendant, I noticed a small key beside it. I realized he intended to lock the necklace on me, and a surge of panic set in. I tried to struggle, to break free from his grasp, but his fingers were like a vice.

"I attempted to grab the key, to use it to unlock the necklace and escape, but Adrik was too strong. He easily overpowered me, his hands closing around my wrists like handcuffs. I was trapped, unable to move or escape.

"The necklace clicked shut around my neck, the diamonds glinting mockingly as Adrik's eyes gleamed with triumph. 'You're mine now,' he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. 'You'll never escape me.'"

Adrik's grip on my wrists tightened, his fingers digging into my skin like talons. I winced in pain, but he just smiled, his eyes glinting with cruelty.

"You're so beautiful when you're helpless," he whispered, his voice dripping with malice. "I'll enjoy watching you struggle, watching you try to escape."

I knew I had to think fast, to come up with a plan to escape. But for now, I was trapped, locked in this gilded cage with no way out.

Adrik released my wrists, but I knew I was far from free. The necklace seemed to weigh me down, a constant reminder of my captivity. I felt like a bird in a gilded cage, beautiful but trapped.

Adrik stepped back, admiring his handiwork. The necklace seemed to glow in the dim light, a constant reminder of my captivity.

"You look stunning," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "The perfect accessory for the perfect prisoner."

I felt a surge of anger, but I knew I had to keep it in check. I couldn't let Adrik see how much he was getting to me.

"What's the point of all this?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. "Why are you doing this to me?"

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I felt a shiver run down my spine as he turned to leave. I knew I had to escape, but how? The necklace seemed to be locked in place, and I had no idea where I was or how to get out.

As the door closed behind Adrik, I heard the sound of locks clicking into place. I was trapped, alone and helpless.

I lay on the bed, tears streaming down my face, my stomach growling with hunger. The necklace around my neck seemed to mock me, a constant reminder of my captivity.

Just as I thought I couldn't take it anymore, the maid appeared in the doorway. "Master requests your presence at dinner," she said, her voice devoid of emotion.

I hesitated, but the maid's expression remained impassive. I knew I had no choice.

I followed her to the grand dining hall, where Adrik was already seated with two guests: a middle-aged man with a stern expression, and his wife, a woman with a face that seemed frozen in a permanent smile.

Adrik's eyes narrowed as I approached. "Ah, welcome. Please, join us."

I took my seat, trying to avoid eye contact with Adrik. Mr. Jenkins and his wife seemed oblivious to the tension, engaging Adrik in a discussion about business ventures and investments.

As the dinner progressed, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was a mere ornament, a decoration to be displayed and admired. Adrik's gaze lingered on me, his eyes gleaming with a sinister intensity.

The woman on the other hand, seemed fascinated by me, her eyes probing and calculating. I sensed a hidden agenda behind her smile, a secret she kept hidden beneath her polished facade.

As the night wore on, the conversation turned to darker topics, whispers of shady deals and illicit transactions.

"She is a beautiful one," Mr. Jenkins said, his eyes lingering on me with a sense of ownership. "When you're done with this one, be kind enough to send her to me."

Adrik's expression turned cold, his eyes flashing with possessiveness. "She is plainly mine," he said, his voice low and menacing. "I don't share my possessions, Mr. Jenkins."

Mrs. Jenkins' gaze never left mine, her eyes burning with resentment. I sensed a deep-seated hatred towards me, a woman she perceived as a threat to her marriage and status.

Mr. Jenkins chuckled, a nervous sound. "Of course, Adrik. I didn't mean to overstep."

Throughout the dinner, Mr. Jenkins flashed me constant eyes filled with lust, his gaze lingering on me like a caress. I felt my skin crawl under his attention, my heart racing with discomfort.

Meanwhile, his wife, Mrs. Jenkins, passed me looks of pure hate, her eyes flashing with anger and resentment. I sensed a deep-seated jealousy, a feeling that I was a threat to her marriage and status.

Adrik, on the other hand, seemed calm and collected, but I could sense a simmering anger beneath the surface. His eyes narrowed slightly as he watched Mr. Jenkins' antics, his jaw clenched in restrained fury.

Despite his calm demeanor, I knew Adrik was seething with anger. He was a master of control, but I could sense the storm brewing inside him.

As the dinner dragged on, the tension grew thicker, until I could feel it like a suffocating blanket.

"The deal is off," Adrik said suddenly, his voice cold and detached.

The look of shock on Mr. Jenkins' face was mirrored by his wife, their eyes wide with disbelief.

Before I could even apprehend what was going on, Mr. Jenkins screamed. Adrik had stabbed him in the eyes with a fork, the tines sinking deep into his sockets.

Mrs. Jenkins' shriek echoed through the room as she rushed to her husband's side, trying to pull out the fork. But Adrik held tight, his grip relentless.

"You should have kept your eyes to yourself," Adrik hissed, his voice venomous.

I sat frozen in horror, my mind reeling from the sudden violence. The room was a blur of chaos, the sound of screams and crashing dishes filling the air.

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. Adrik released the fork, and Mr. Jenkins slumped to the floor, his eyes destroyed.

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