shackles of solitude

In a dimly lit room, Haruhi felt the cold touch of the shackles as they tightened around her arms and legs. She tried to move, but the orange chains held her in place, leaving her vulnerable and exposed. The fetal position she adopted offered little comfort, as the restraints were unyielding. Her outfit lay in tattered pieces on the floor, a reminder of the attack that left her diminished. Haruhi's sad eyes reflected the loneliness of her plight, surrounded by the remnants of her former self.