The Script Where They Killed Me

"The cold, mechanical voice echoed in my skull just as my fingers tightened around the jagged edge of broken glass. I was ready to end it all. [Tragic Narrative Arc Complete. Host preparing for extraction to the Prime Reality.] Five years. I had been trapped in this frozen hellscape—the so-endured Winter Sanctuary—for five long years. To ensure their survival, I was sold into the subterranean labor wards. I wore an iron collar around my neck. I spent my days on my knees doing the most degrading, back-breaking work imaginable. I lost two toes to the frostbite. If I displeased the overseers in the slightest, they would drag me by my hair into the freezing water tanks until my lungs burned. But now, my fiancé, Todd, casually unzipped his heavy thermal coat. ""If you hadn't messed with the climate control and given Evie pneumonia, we wouldn't have had to leave you down here to learn your place,"" he said, his voice smooth, reasonable."