Camilla's POV ...
These five days have been... strange.
Not terrible. Not exactly fine, either. Just... manageable. Controlled. Like treading water in a stormy sea, knowing that soon, I'll find the shore.
I've planned everything meticulously—every step, every word, every glance. And so far, it's working. Everything is going according to plan.
Today is the day. The day I escape.
It stupid this is the second time I'm been kidnapped, like my life have no space to breathe, whenever you try you just.... never get there.
But today seems different.
I can almost taste the freedom, feel it brushing against my skin like a soft breeze. It's been so long since I've breathed air that wasn't filtered through these suffocating walls.
I know what you're thinking: *How did I make it this far? How did I survive?*
With a little push. With strategy. With patience I got here.
