It encapsulated her, so tight at times it suffocated rather than protecting her broken shell. No air came in. No air went out. Dying inside her own stronghold, she curled up and let it take hold.

‘A chain is only as strong as its weakest link’…

Her chains have been wrapped, fused and bound for so long it became hard to imagine them falling to the ground. Whether she had control over them was even harder to imagine.

He came like a knight and ‘chinked’ her armour. The light was let in and it breathed new air into the darkness. The self-made prison released her and she fell weak kneed into unfamiliar territory. Over time the pieces of armour fell off completely and she was left to his mercy, without control and darkness.

The light stung her eyes, revealed to their new surroundings they saw him and why he had come. He was there for her. To release her from her chains and demons.

To set her free.

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