So Close

- Damon White:

I think I have been in this damn basement for two days or maybe more now.

Two days of darkness, silence, and the suffocating stench of damp concrete.

My stomach churns with hunger, the kind of gnawing pain that crawls through your body and refuses to be ignored.

But even that pales compared to the anger—the all-consuming, blistering rage burning under my skin.

Every ache in my body, every throb of pain from the chains digging into my wrists and ankles, only fuels the fire.

I'm exhausted.

My limbs feel like lead, and my head swims with dizziness, but I can't let myself sleep. Not here.

Not when every second is a battle to stay in control, to resist the primal urges clawing at the edges of my mind.

The hunger, the exhaustion, the pain—they all blend, creating a maddening storm inside me. But one thought rises above the chaos, clear and undeniable: I need Nikolai.

I need my baby.