
ALT They tried to break her with their hands. Every touch was meant to control her, every grip to silence her, every finger a reminder that she belonged to someone else. But they made one mistake. She learned to keep what hurt her. One by one, the hands that once tried to destroy her became dark ornaments wrapped around her throat. Their eyes watched from the shadows, waiting for her to fall. She never did. Now, when someone reaches for her, she smiles. But some wounds don’t heal. They learn to hunger.

ALT They tried to break her with their hands. Every touch was meant to control her, every grip to silence her, every finger a reminder that she belonged to someone else. But they made one mistake. She learned to keep what hurt her. One by one, the hands that once tried to destroy her became dark ornaments wrapped around her throat. Their eyes watched from the shadows, waiting for her to fall. She never did. Now, when someone reaches for her, she smiles. But some wounds don’t heal. They learn to hunger.













































