A Film Queen

Chapter 169 Towards the Light

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With teeth bared, he resembled a ferocious beast poised to pounce, the chains clanging once more in a resonant clang.

The nearby onlookers, witnessing this tense display, hesitated to startle him, swiftly moving to press a button on the iron cage. Instantly, the crackling sound of electricity echoed through the hushed chamber, enveloping the child in a torrent of intense shock. His body convulsed on the cold floor, emitting a primal roar akin to a beast’s anguish.

“No!” Milly gasped, stunned by the unfolding scene. Before she could intervene, her cry had already pierced the air.

Her outcry startled the waiter who had activated the mechanism, causing him to release his grip and cease the flow of electricity. The figure inside the cage fell silent, his howls abruptly halted.

In that tense moment, a chill raced down Milly’s spine, causing her to shudder and instinctively wrap her arms around herself. Memories, long buried and forgotten, surged forth like an overwhelming tide.

The sight before her now and the distant echoes from her past life at the orphanage eerily intertwined….

In that bleak orphanage, nestled within its labyrinthine halls, lurked a dimly lit chamber adorned with a formidable iron cage, a place where justice, or perhaps its shadow, was dispensed.

Once a feisty spirit, Milly had stubbornly resisted yielding, frequently finding herself incarcerated within its cold confines. There, she endured thirst and hunger, subjected occasionally to cruel lashings…

An outcast, she found solace in the furtive kindness of a mute boy, who was the only one who covertly saved morsels of sustenance for her, a lifeline in their shared hardship. They existed in a delicate balance, always wary of discovery and its dire consequences.

Initially shielded by a compassionate elderly caretaker, age eventually rendered her immobile, leaving them vulnerable to the brutality of their oppressors. They weathered these storms, cach time teetering on the brink of oblivion, until the specter of tragedy compelled their reluctant liberators.

The specter of death’s proximity haunted her memory, an indelible scar etched upon her soul.

Yet fate, capricious as ever, soon parted them. The boy, whisked away by the capricious winds of adoption, vanished from her world forever.

All that remained was a poignant recollection, the image of him clinging to the orphanage railings, his voiceless pleas haunting her with echoes of “Milly, Milly.

Others dragged her back, assuring her of his good fortune, the blessing of a new beginning far from their shadowed confines.

Yet if it truly was a blessing, why did they not join him?

There was that time, confined for five days and four nights

time when she lost the elderly lady and her little

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safe. He’s a subject of experimentation, honed

“Have faith.”

words, trembling with a pallid

George had beheld Milly in such a state.

if

response would be

twinge of sorrow gripped him as he enfolded her within his arms and guided her away, “Milly, we need. not linger here. Let

place, clutching his sleeve as though it were her lifeline, teeth chattering, her murmurs faint

take him with us,

in her eyes unnoticed, the once resolute and self–assured woman

his heart, a pain that penetrated to

we shall take him along, George

never witnessed in Milly before, leaving him puzzled about the turmoil consuming

her…..

clenched her fists tightly, wrestling with the emotions swirling within. Despite her sorrow, she summoned a smile and uttered. Thank you. I will find a way to repay you.”

George felt a squeezing sensation in his heart, a

wished to convey that repayment was unnecessary, yet when

defending her own

your guidance, George eventually acknowledged.

sigh of relief, turning her attention to the figure inside the cage.

steps, she approached.

defensive posture, fixing her with an intense glare, his canines faintly exposed, projecting the image of a predatory creature

directly in front of the cage, she was just outside the perilous striking

a summer breeze, sought to soothe rather than startle. She asked. “What is your

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