### **Chapter 6: The Unwritten Rules**
She doesn't run.
She doesn't fight.
She simply **refuses to play.**
For too long, she has been moved like a pawn on a board she never agreed to step onto. Every choice carefully orchestrated. Every relationship a calculated move. Every fear weaponized against her.
Not anymore.
She breathes deeply, feeling the tremor in her chest as she stands in front of her mirror. **She exists**—a fact that they have tried to erase, to manipulate, to bend into something unrecognizable.
She presses record.
The screen flickers to life, framing her face.
*"I know this sounds insane."* Her voice is steady, though she feels anything but.
*"But I need you to listen."*
She doesn't dress it up in metaphors, doesn't cushion the horror with poetic words.
She tells the truth. Plain. Raw. Unapologetic.
How her life has never been hers. How someone—not a lover, not a friend, but a phantom with power—has controlled her relationships, stolen her autonomy, shaped her very existence into something she doesn't recognize.
*"I was sold."*
The words feel foreign as they leave her lips, but they are hers. No one can rewrite them.
She speaks of the surveillance, the silence forced upon her, the way her memories twist in ways that no longer make sense.
She tells them about the pregnancy—the violation she barely had time to understand before it became just another part of the game.
And then, finally—she tells them about **him**.
The one who thinks he owns her.
The one who has tried, again and again, to erase her.
*"I won't disappear."*
She says it with certainty, her own defiance solidifying in her bones.
If they won't let her fight in the way the world expects, she will fight in a way they don't see coming.
She **will be heard.**
She will be **seen.**
And most of all, she **will not belong to anyone but herself.**
She uploads the video.
And as the progress bar fills, she knows—**this is the beginning**.