"So, You're Awake?,"

"Splash!!!!" Cold water was poured on Isabella's body . She was still locked in the mansion, her body bruised and battered. The events of her dream seemed so real, but she knew it was just her mind's way of coping with the trauma she had endured.

As she sat up, she couldn't help but question herself. Why did she have such stupid dreams? Why did she imagine Alexander as a kind and loving person? She knew the truth - he was a cold-hearted monster who had no qualms about hurting her.

Just then, the door opened, and Alexander walked in. Isabella looked at him, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and hatred. She told herself that the dream was just a dream, that he would never be as soft and loving as he was in her imagination.

Alexander sneered at her, his eyes cold and calculating. "So, you're awake," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "I see you're still dreaming about a life outside these walls."

Isabella looked away, trying to hide her tears. She knew she had to face the reality of her situation. Alexander was not going to change; he was always going to be a monster.

Isabella looked away, trying to hide her tears. "I'm not dreaming," she whispered. "I'm just trying to survive."

Alexander laughed, the sound cold and mirthless. "Survive? You'll do more than survive, Isabella l. You'll thrive. You'll learn to love me, to obey me. And if you don't..."

He left the threat hanging in the air, but Isabella knew what he meant. She had seen it before, the way he would hurt her, punish her for any disobedience.

"

As Alexander's anger boiled over, he lunged at Isabella, his hands tearing at her clothes like a wild animal. She screamed as he ripped her dress apart, the sound of fabric tearing echoing through the room.

"No, please!" she begged, trying to cover herself, but Alexander was relentless.

He pinned her to the floor, his hands holding her down as he snarled in her face. "You'll never escape me," he spat, his breath hot on her skin. "You'll never be free."

Isabella felt like her world was shattering around her. She was trapped, helpless, and at Alexander's mercy.

And then, he did the unthinkable. He raped her, his actions brutal and merciless. Isabella felt like her soul was being ripped apart, her body and mind shattered by the trauma.

As he left her lying on the floor, Isabella's world went dark. She couldn't move, couldn't speak. All she could do was cry, her body shaking with sobs as she lay there, broken and helpless.

The tears streamed down her face, her body wracked with pain and fear. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of despair, unable to escape the horror of what had happened.

As the night wore on, Isabella's cries echoed through the mansion, a haunting reminder of the trauma she had endured. She was trapped in a living nightmare, and she didn't know how to escape.

But even in the midst of her despair, Isabella found a spark of determination. She knew she had to find a way to break free, to make Alexander pay for what he had done to her.

And so, she lay there, her body broken, her spirit shattered, but her will to survive burning brighter than ever before.

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At 4:00 AM, Isabella stood up from the cold floor, her body still aching from the previous night's ordeal. She took a deep breath and began to move, her movements mechanical as she went through the motions of getting ready for the day.

She took a bath, washing away the physical reminders of Alexander's brutality. She brushed her hair, trying to tame the tangled locks that seemed to mirror her chaotic emotions.

As she dressed in simple clothes, Abigail made a decision. She would not let her circumstances define her. She would find joy in the things she loved, no matter how small they seemed.

She started by writing songs, the lyrics flowing from her heart like tears. She wrote about her pain, her fear, and her determination to survive.

As she wrote, Isabella felt a sense of purpose wash over her. She would not let Alexander break her. She would rise above, using her music as a shield against the darkness that threatened to consume her.

After a simple breakfast, Isabella continued writing, the words pouring out of her like a river. She wrote about hope, about freedom, and about the strength of the human spirit.

As the morning wore on, Isabella took a break, her mind numb from the intensity of her emotions. She played with her phone, scrolling mindlessly through social media, trying to forget the doubts that crept into her mind.

Should she try to escape again? Should she confront Alexander about his cruelty? Or should she simply endure, hoping that one day, she would be free?

Isabella pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on the present moment. She would take things one day at a time, finding joy in the small things, and holding onto hope that one day, she would be free.

As she played with her phone, Isabella stumbled upon a quote that resonated deeply with her: "The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." - Nelson Mandela

She felt a surge of determination course through her veins. She would rise above her circumstances, no matter how bleak they seemed.

Isabella decided to explore the mansion, searching for anything that could bring her joy. She discovered a hidden garden, tucked away behind a secret door. The beauty of nature took her breath away, and she spent hours tending to the flowers, lost in the tranquility of the moment.

As the sun began to set, Isabella returned to her room, her heart lighter than it had been in days. She sat at her desk, guitar in hand, and began to play. The music flowed from her like a river, a mix of sadness and hope, of pain and resilience.

She wrote song after song, each one a testament to her strength, each one a declaration of her refusal to be broken. The music became her solace, her sanctuary, her reason to keep going.

As the night drew to a close, Isabella lay in bed, her heart still heavy, but her spirit renewed. She knew she would face challenges in the days ahead, but she was ready. She would rise above, she would overcome, and she would emerge stronger than ever before.

The darkness would not consume her. She would shine brighter than the darkness. She would rise.....