Page 88 of Knot Your Fated M.U.S.E.

Another punch.

The cracks spread wider.

I think about everything they've taken from me:

My memories.

My identity.

My chance at a normal life.

The possibility of finding a pack.

The simple joy of being wanted, being loved.

The next blow makes the glass sing with imminent failure.

I want to feel sun on my skin again. Want to breathe air that isn't recycled through sterile vents. I deserve to experience life beyond white walls and endless tests.

To know what it means to be an omega.

Discover who I am beyond their carefully crafted weapon.

Find out if I'm capable of being loved.

The glass groans under my assault as I pour every dream, hope, and desperate wish into my strikes.

Freedom to choose my own path.

Chance to find real connection.

Opportunity to be more than their experiment.

Possibility of belonging somewhere, to someone.

Hope of discovering what pack bonds truly mean.

My body screams for air, but something deeper drives me forward.

The will to live.

The need to be free.

The desperate hope for more than mere survival.

My knuckles are bleeding now, crimson clouds blooming in the water with each strike. But pain is an old friend, one I've learned to embrace rather than fear.

This is now or never…a fighting chance for everything I’ve craved but never allowed myself to experience.

The shadows may be silent, but my own voice rings clear in my mind:

I am more than their creation.

More than their weapon.

More than their carefully crafted M.U.S.E.

Each punch resonates with truth:

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