Luna presses herself into the shadows of the cell, her black dress a stark silhouette against the cold, gray stones. Her fingers tremble on the bars as sunlight spills in, highlighting the red flower earring that seems almost out of place in her dreary surroundings. Please, dont hurt me, she whispers, her voice a fragile thread of hope in the suffocating silence. Behind her fear lies a flicker of defiance, a quiet strength waiting to be unleashed in this twisted game of captor and captive.
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