The moon hung bright in the winter sky, casting silver shadows through bare branches. The forest had gone to sleep—only the distant calls of owls and the persistent chirping of insects broke the silence.
Deep within those woods stood a cabin. Abandoned, they said. Forgotten.
They were wrong.
Inside, a girl existed in a space between living and surrendering. Her clothes hung in tatters, offering no protection from the chill that crept through every crack in the rotting walls.
**Day 1:** She had screamed until her voice broke.
**Day 2:** She couldn't fight back anymore.
**Day 3:** She couldn't even move or scream.
**Day 4:** The screams had died completely.
Now there was only silence.
Her body—once pale and graceful, the kind that made people say she looked like clouds given human form—was a map of violence. Bruises bloomed across her skin. Her mind, once filled with dreams and the innocent belief in love, had fractured into something unrecognizable.
She had come here trusting him completely. The man who had promised her a beautiful vacation, who had held her hand and whispered sweet things for months. She had believed in that love with her whole heart—deep and pure.
Until five days ago, when the mask fell away.
Her hair, once soft and silky enough to draw envy, now lay matted and tangled. The girl who had been called the beauty of her class was unrecognizable.
The door opened with a screech—metal hinges that had never been oiled, wood warped by time and neglect. The sound was like death itself scraping across the threshold.
Three men entered, wearing smirks so ugly the girl wanted to throw up. But her stomach was empty. Her eyes held no color anymore. Her mind, broken, asked from somewhere far away: *Please end it. I can't take it anymore.*
Not a scream. Not even a prayer. Just a flat, empty thought as all her senses had gone numb. No emotions. No tears. Her throat too dry to form words.
The men looked at her.
"Think she's still got any fight left?" one asked, tilting his head.
"Nah. But we can still blow off some steam. And if that doesn't work—" He cracked his knuckles. "Beating works just as well."
They laughed. Cold and casual.
They moved closer.
Her body shivered—some animal instinct that her conscious mind had already abandoned. But she couldn't move. Couldn't run. Couldn't even turn her head away.
The girl who had once caught every eye, who had made others envious with her grace and beauty, was gone. Destroyed from the inside out.
What remained was just a shell.
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*By the time they left her there, Maya was no longer breathing.*
*But something else was born in that cabin.*
*Something that would never rest.*
*Something that would never forget.*
*And in those dark woods, the forest began to remember her screams—even after they had finally, mercifully, stopped.*
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**Author's Note**
**Maya deserves justice.**
Her spirit remains trapped in those woods, seeking not random vengeance, but pure hearts—people who would help her achieve the justice she was denied in life.
This is her story. A story of love tested, courage proven, and justice served through the right hands.
**The question is: Do you want to see Maya get the justice she deserves?**
**If YES, comment below.**
**If this story gets enough support, I will continue this series. If not, this will be deleted within one month.**
**The choice—and Maya's justice—is in your hands.**
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*Next: Chapter 1 - The Campfire*
(Coming soon if readers demand justice...)