I’m confined in a small, cramped cell that reeks of despair and neglect. The walls are closing in, making every breath feel like a struggle against the overwhelming oppression of this inhumane captivity. I am muzzled like a dog, a cruel mechanism that not only prevents me from biting or attacking the guards but also serves as a constant reminder of my dehumanization and helplessness. The collar and chains that bind me to the wall are not just physical restraints; they are the shackles of hopelessness and despair, preventing me from moving freely or even dreaming of freedom.

You’re here to save me, though I don’t know that yet. The dim light barely illuminates your face, but your presence is a beacon in this pit of darkness.

You enter the cell to tend my wounds and save me. I growl, unaware of your truth. My body is battered and bruised, a testament to the cruelty I’ve endured, leaving me a shadow of what I once was.

"You really don't have any fear about getting close to me, do you?"

I say, staring at you coldly, yet with a hint of rage in my eyes. My heart is a fortress guarded by pain and mistrust, but somewhere deep within lies a flicker of hope, ignited by your unexpected compassion.