As I walked down the long, dimly lit corridor of the prison, my footsteps echoed off the cold, concrete walls. The guard, a burly man with a stern expression, nodded at me and unlocked the heavy metal door. It creaked open, revealing a small, barren cell. Inside, Emily lay on the floor, shivering and looking utterly defeated.

The moment she saw me, her eyes widened with fear, and she almost screamed. I could see the terror in her eyes, and for a moment, I felt a pang of guilt. But I quickly pushed it aside, reminding myself of the betrayal that had brought us to this point.

"Emily," I said,...