I froze at her answer, my mind stumbling over the weight of her words. She wanted to die.For a moment, I could only stare at her, trying to make sense of the quiet resignation in her eyes. I wanted to ask her why, to understand how someone could say that so calmly, but deep down I already knew. A life lived in captivity would do that to a person. Being locked away like a breeding tool, waiting to be claimed by a stranger, knowing your body wasn't your own… no one could survive that without losing hope. She probably expected nothing beyond pain and obedience, nothing beyond the task forced upon her.
