282: Almost Suffocating

Camilla But the more I tried to focus, the more the weight of the situation pressed down on me. The room was a prison, and Shawn was the warden who held the keys. I was left alone with my thoughts, each one more bleak than the last, as the darkness of the room seemed to seep into my very soul. Every sound, every shadow, became a source of dread, and the oppressive silence was broken only by the occasional drip of water and the distant murmur of the world outside—if there was still a world out there beyond this nightmare. My hope seemed to slip further away with every passing moment, leaving me to grapple with the crushing reality of my captivity. The only certainty was the stark, unrelenting darkness that surrounded me. I was trapped, with nothing but my fear and the faintest glimmer of hope that somewhere, somehow, someone might find me before it was too late. The silence in the room was almost suffocating, broken only by the occasional drip of water from the leaky pipe and the mu