Chapter 102 The Mind Game Begins

• I sit here in the cell, trapped in a world of luxury that feels more like a prison each passing day. The room is exquisitely furnished, and every corner boasts opulence, the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, rich fabrics draping over plush chairs, and exquisite paintings adorning the walls. Yet, despite all this beauty, I feel utterly alone. There is no warmth here, no comfort in the lavish details. Instead, I am cut off from the life I once knew.
• Enrico, the man who holds me captive, visits me at intervals. When he enters, the air seems to thicken with tension. His eyes are cold and mocking as he delivers his cruel words. “You are nothing,” he sneers, his voice echoing in the vast room, and I feel a deep sting every time his words fall upon me. He taunts me, sometimes in front of his guests. I watch them laugh and chat as if my pain is their amusement. Their laughter is like a distant sound, a reminder that, even here, I remain visible as a trophy, a broken soul meant to be pitied or ridiculed.
• Yet it is not just his visits that hurt me. The worst torment is the loneliness. I have no phone to call a friend, no computer to reach out to the world. I am completely isolated. My only contact with the outside world is through Enrico’s henchmen, who come and go without offering any true human connection. They speak in short, clipped sentences, offering little more than orders and instructions. Their presence deepens my isolation rather than easing it.