Chapter 1
Soark Whisper 👑
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I am so hungry.
I haven't eaten in two, maybe three days. Hunger distorts the mind—it plays tricks, blurs reason and now, I know that truth intimately.
Even with my uncle, I never truly knew starvation. For all his cruelty, the bruises, and venomous words, he still fed me.
Sometimes, he even lets me eat twice.
But now...
My legs have betrayed me. Moving them feels like draining the last remnants of life from my body. My stomach howls with grief, and my head throbs from the emptiness that has become my norm.
Still, even amid this torment, there is one thing I know with certainty:
I will not go back.
Not to him.
Not to my uncle.
What's the point of running away, only to crawl back the moment freedom proves inconvenient? Two or three days of pain are still better than a lifetime of torment.
But maybe I was foolish to think escaping one billionaire and falling into the arms of another—just because he was kind for a moment—was wise.
In reality, he was no better.
He didn't get the chance to abuse me like my uncle did, but the look in his eyes... I knew he would have, eventually.
Every day, I feel like I don't belong.
My parents' deaths shattered me.
My uncle's hands broke me.
And the world... the world never cared to piece me back together.
Sometimes I wonder—why am I even here?
Why am I alive if every turn in my life is lined with suffering?
When I was younger, I believed that if I had just tried hard enough, someone would see the good in me. But trying only got me beaten. Trying only got me used.
And yet, in all that chaos, I managed to hold onto something I am still proud of.
I couldn't protect my body from harm, my heart from pain, or my mind from breaking.
But I protected my innocence.
And I'd be damned if I let either of them take that from me, too.
My uncle was the worst of them all.
He stripped me down—not just my clothes, but my dignity.
He watched as I shattered, as I begged why, why, why, over and over again.
And I prayed. God knows I prayed for someone to save me.
But no one came.
So, I saved myself.
I ran.
With nothing but the will to live tucked into my chest like a final breath, I escaped.
Now, I lie here on the cold, damp concrete, my once purple dress now stained with the filth of this unforgiving street.
My skin is raw from the wind. My cheeks are streaked with tears I didn't know I still had. My trembling hands curl into my body for warmth, though warmth no longer lives here.
I glance up at the sky.
Are you watching me, Mama? Papa?
Do you cry for me, too?
I love you. I didn't want you to go.
The day you died, a part of me died with you.
All that remains now is a hollow shell of a woman—soulless, joyless, empty.
Only darkness remains. And maybe soon, even that will fade.
Click.
I hear footsteps on the concrete—sharp and unrelenting.
A man in a tailored black suit. You can always tell when someone has money. His head is high, shoulders stiff with pride, chest out, eyes fixed on some far-off destination.
"Sir... Please, if you could spare some change..."
I whisper.
He doesn't even glance at me.
He walks on, unbothered. Because that is the nature of a billionaire—stoic, blind, and merciless to those beneath them.
I let the words echo one last time from my lips, more out of habit than hope. He's already out of hearing range.
Why do I still bother?
Maybe because I am starving, and dying slowly in the dirt isn't the death I want.
I want it to be quick. I want peace.
I want to be reunited with the only people who truly loved me.
Tears sting my eyes as another wave of pain wracks my stomach.
I shake from the cold that batters me over and over, relentlessly.
My vision blurs.
I try to stand, to crawl, to move.
But my body has given up on me. My legs no longer listen.
I am stuck here.
Alone.
Forgotten.
Slowly dying.
I can't stay awake anymore. My eyelids close, heavy with despair.
I surrender to the ground beneath me.
I would say the darkness engulfs me, but the truth is I've been living in darkness for as long as I can remember.
I just wonder...
Is this it?
Is this death finally coming to save me?
God, I hope so.
This is the end of Chapter 1
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