𝐂𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳 𝑾𝑯𝑶 𝑭𝑬𝑳𝑳 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑺

She wasn't born broken.

She once danced in sunlight, laughed without fear, and trusted without hesitation.
She had dreams stitched into the fabric of her soul, and a heart too tender for the world.

But then he came.
Not with chains, but with charm.
Not with fists, but with whispers.

He didn't cage her.
He rewrote her.

Day by day, he peeled away pieces of her until her reflection became a stranger.

He called it protection.
Said the world outside would eat her alive.
But it was his gaze that devoured her.

No clocks.
No names.
No choices.

Just a room that never changed.
A voice that always echoed.
And a girl who slowly forgot how to be anything other than what he wanted.

He didn't silence her with violence.
He taught her silence with fear.
Made her believe that obedience was safety.
That stillness was love.

Now, she doesn't flinch.
She doesn't hope.
She doesn't dream.

She simply survives inside the version of herself he created-
A quiet, hollow echo of a girl who once existed.

She was not destroyed in an instant.
She was undone over time.

Unraveled like thread from a favorite dress-
until all that remained was him.

His voice.
His rules.
His version of love.

She doesn't remember what she looked like when she smiled.
But she remembers the way his footsteps sound at midnight.

Because that's all she has left.

He didn't just take her life.
He made her forget she ever had one.