Bound to Him

She met him on the worst night of her life. At a police station. Shaking. Broken. Unheard. Trisha thought monsters looked like criminals. She was wrong. Vish doesn't save people. He studies them. He dissects fear. He understands the exact moment a person begins to depend on the very thing destroying them. When their worlds collide, it isn't love at first sight. It's control. It's obsession. It's a slow tightening of invisible chains. He doesn't touch her at first. He doesn't need to. Because the most dangerous cages aren't made of iron - they're built inside the mind. And by the time Trisha realizes she's trapped, she's no longer sure she wants to escape.

Thunder roars, drowning out my pleas.

"W-who are y-you?"

"Wh...what do you want?"

"D-don't touch me."

"N...No... no... NO!" I scream.

Snap.

Life takes brutal turns. Mine took one from which there is no return.I had everything - a perfect life. A caring father, a loving mother, and a doting brother. My passion to become a lawyer burned brightly within me, and for that dream, I run away from my perfect life to study law in London.

My parents didn't want me to go. I should have listened to them like a good daughter. But I was stubborn. I wanted more. With a heavy heart, I left my family behind to pursue my career.

I thought I would make them proud.There were only two months left before I would receive my degree and return home.

Two months.

But everything changed - damaged beyond repair. My aspirations, my work, my passion - they now feel like shattered pieces of myself.

I sprint barefoot through the streets of London in the middle of a stormy night, running like something hunted. The rain washes my tears away, but it cannot stop them. Nothing can.Cold droplets merge with my freezing skin, burning against the bruises scattered across my body - refusing to let me forget.

The rain washes away the evidence.But not the crime. Pain claws at my feet. I want to stop. But I don't. Because I know he must be out there.

Searching. Hunting.

Fear is the only adrenaline keeping me moving.

The city lights I once admired now make me feel exposed. I fold my arms around myself, trying to hide my torn clothing. For a second, I wish all the lights would go out so I could disappear into the dark.

But darkness wouldn't heal me either.

I keep running until I reach my dormitory. I take a few shaky breaths before unlocking the door with my spare key. My fingers shake with the tremors of the agony that just unleashed like the worst nightmare on me.

The room is dark.

Seeing my best friend asleep, a silent sob breaks free. I close the door carefully, praying I won't wake her. I don't want anyone to see me like this.But fate betrays me again.