Each drop felt like the last—my lungs burning, the wind slamming against my face, my body snapping back violently as the bungee cord reached its limit. My cries echoed into nothingness, vanishing into the night like they never existed. Every time I was hoisted back up, I begged them to stop, my voice raw and tattered beyond recognition. But my pleas were ignored.
No one came to help. No one cared.
The ordeal continued, over and over, until my voice gave out entirely. My body felt detached from itself—heavy, limp, and on the brink of collapse. Every muscle ached, my limbs barely responding. I wondered if I was already dying… or maybe I already had.
Somewhere in the middle of it all, the sun had disappeared behind the horizon. The cold crept in, slowly at first, then all at once, cutting through my soaked dress like blades. I was shivering uncontrollably, my skin damp with a mixture of sweat, tears, and fear.
I managed to lift my head just enough to glance at the butler. My lips barely moved, my voice nearly inaudible.
“Please… no more. I can't… my baby...”