Caged Hearts 소설 & 이야기

My vision finally clears, and what I see makes my breath catch. We're in some kind of massive underground space. Maybe it used to be a basement or a bunker, but someone's turned it into something straight out of a nightmare. There's this huge cage in the center—at least twenty feet across—with chain-link fencing going all the way up to the ceiling. Stadium seats rise up around it in tiers, empty right now, but obviously meant for an audience. And along the walls, in smaller cages with the same chain-link fencing, there are wolves. Mostly female. All of them watching us with faces covered in bruises and eyes that look... empty. Like they've been beaten down so many times they don't even remem

Bastardi(Bastard). From outside, the sounds grew sharper, voices, applause, shuffling footsteps, muffled crying from other cages. I caught the barest outline of bars, thick and cold against my bare thigh. The cage was covered from the outside, a heavy tarp blocking out light, hiding us from the buyers’ eyes until they wanted a show. I could feel movement, shadows shifting, auctioneers working the crowd, guards dragging women from cage to stage. Somewhere to my left, a girl started sobbing, her voice high and pitiful. Another whispered prayers, trembling in the dark and my lip curled. Useless, all of them.

I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all. - Alfred Lord Tennyson Few days passed . My days were spent idling in the Mansion . It provide nothing to entertain . Clara was even busy with her works so I didn't bother her much . She make sure all my demand and request were fulfilled . It was her duty indeed . I plastered a sour smile on my face in assurance that I am fine but my soul felt Caged .

Emma sat curled up on her bed, hugging her knees to her chest. The dim glow of the moon seeped through the window, casting pale silver light over her trembling hands. Her heart still pounded against her ribs, the remnants of fear gripping her like a cold chain that refused to let go. No matter how much she tried, she couldn’t erase the memory of today: the rough hands that had tried to grab her, the laughter that rang in her ears, the sheer helplessness that had rooted her to the ground. It had been a nightmare. A living, breathing nightmare.

Maybe he could make me happy in a normal, safe way. But how could I lie to myself when my heart didn’t race for Nick the way it did when Vincent looked at me? I closed my eyes and leaned back against the headboard, breathing deeply. My emotions were tangled, like vines choking the breath out of me. And through it all, Vincent’s words replayed in my head: “Only Clara is allowed in. Don’t leave this room until I’m back.” Not even a question. Just a command. And like some lost, confused girl… I obeyed.

UNCERTAINTY The tide looks calm The wind seems slow The weather seems unstable But the skies are clear How do I know where I stand? How do I go Forward? A lot of uncertainties! This doesn’t seat well with me! I’ll just have to find out What’s worse that can happen? I hope I collide with a beauty Then I might get some balance STESSY B. (Stessy Enni) Jamie

The bird was naïve, thought she could fight against the world which was trapping her. She did not obtain visible scars from that faithful day, only the bars. The bars were her scars to remind her she was nothing, but a caged bird bonded to her master.

please make it stop. My feet staggering lifelessly as I kept on moving further inside, repeatedly I kept on pleading with my heart to stop failing, but that never did happen, cause instead the more I pleaded, the more I feel like a sharp rod is pierced through it and the more I walked deeper, the more I bled. "Ple... please" Begging my heart again, it only ended up failing me completely, when my eyes caught on the glimpse of the dried bloody looking cages in a corner. My teary eyes looking at the bloody cages, that was when I lost it completely and that was when yet again, it became difficult to breathe.

The mission was a failure even before it began. Still standing on the stool, I look around the room with arms folded. My life is becoming nothing. It was nothing before but it is like ashes now and the wind is blowing it away. Tomorrow I might die or face whatever makes the girls outside this door scream. I always wonder what it is: Did they always bring them out to the hallway to cut off their breasts? Was it their eyes being plucked out? I climb down from the stool and continue to imagine what could make anyone scream like they were betrayed to be thrown into hellfire - so the scream comes from a place of heartbreak and physical pain. I try and fail to imagine the right circumstance.