Eva's frustration and anger burned within her, but she knew all too well that there was nothing she could do to challenge Xylon's authority.
His dominance over her was undeniable, and she had learned through harsh experiences that any resistance on her part would only lead to further consequences.
Underneath it all, there was a sense of powerlessness that weighed heavily on her.
She felt trapped, like a bird with clipped wings, unable to break free from the cage of her circumstances.
Eva's voice quivered as she spoke from behind her arms, her words strained and hesitant.
"I know that you still think that I'm a tool, but... but….."
She wanted desperately for him to understand that she was more than the role he had assigned to her, that there was a person with emotions and desires beneath the obedient exterior.
As she lowered her arms, Eva couldn't help but feel the heaviness of the situation pressing down on her.