Chapter 66

• Iris lay on the cold floor of the dimly lit room, her body aching from the relentless abuse she had endured. Her once vibrant figure was now frail and emaciated, a shadow of the strong woman she had been. Her belly, round with the life growing inside her, seemed to be the only sign of vitality left in her. But even that was fading.
• For over three months, she had been locked away, held captive by faceless tormentors. She couldn't remember who she was or how she had ended up in this living nightmare. The days blended, a cycle of darkness, pain, and fleeting moments of terror. Her only interaction with the outside world was the daily visit from a stern man who brought her meager food rations and a nurse who was there to keep her alive barely.
• The door creaked open, and Iris flinched, her instincts honed by months of torment. The man entered, carrying a small tray of food. He placed it on the ground beside her, not sparing her a glance as he prepared to leave.