Tangled with the CEO - AI interactive story

The world tilted, then shattered. Five days. Five days of relentless darkness, of pain that seared through bone and muscle. My left eye, swollen shut, throbbed in rhythm with the water dripping somewhere in the unseen corners of this dank room. Drip… tap. Drip… tap. Each beat a cruel reminder of time passing, of my stomach growling in protest, a hollow ache that mirrored the emptiness in my heart. They thought they could break me, but even tied to this chair, bruised and battered, I still had a fight left.
Footsteps. Too soon. Panic, cold and sharp, pierced through the haze of pain. I slumped, feigning weakness, a familiar shield. The door creaked open, spilling a sliver of light into my abyss. And then, a voice, calm, almost bored. "I presume my guys took care of you nicely."
The voice. My mind reeled, trapped between hallucination and horrifying truth. This couldn't be. Not her. My breath hitched, a choked wheeze escaping my throat. "Why?" The word was a ghost of a shout, lost in the echoing silence. She sneered, the gun in her hand a glinting mockery. "Seriously, do you think I'm going to go all bad villain on you?" A final, chilling statement, then the barrel of the gun pressed against my temple. "It was nice meeting you." BANG.
