Gabi braun the prisoner

The cold steel bars held her captive a helpless Gabi Braun. A rough hand grabbed her chin forcing her to look up. Her captor's shadow loomed large a cruel smile playing on his lips. He broke her spirit piece by piece. The cell became her world her tormentor its king. He watched her every move a predatory gaze. Her body was his to command a puppet on his strings. He took what he wanted a brutal display of power. She writhed beneath him a broken captive. The prison became her personal hell. Her cries echoed in the dark. There was no escape no hope. He left her bruised and battered. But a flicker of defiance remained. She would not be fully broken. Her eyes held a secret strength. She would endure. The prison could not hold her forever. Her spirit would find its freedom. In her mind she was already free.