**Chapter 15: Vibrations of Desperation**

Vibrating with adrenaline and a desperate need for escape, Sophia lay on the cold, metal table, her battered body screaming in protest with every movement. The echoes of Alessandro's words still lingered in her mind, "You're mine now... you'll never be free again." The thought sent a chill down her spine, and she knew she had to act fast if she was going to survive. As she strained her ears, Sophia detected the faint hum of machinery, a low vibration that seemed to emanate from the walls themselves. The sound grew louder, and she realized that it was the machine in the corner of the room, still operational after its earlier use. The vibrations seemed to intensify, and Sophia felt a sense of unease wash over her. The door creaked open, and a figure clad in a white lab coat entered, pushing a cart filled with an assortment of medical equipment. Sophia's eyes widened as the figure approached her, its features obscured by a surgical mask. "Time for your vitals," the figure said in a detached tone, its voice muffled by the mask. Sophia's gaze darted around the room, searching for any opportunity to escape. Her eyes landed on the cart, and she noticed a pair of wire cutters lying on top. Her mind racing, she calculated the risks of making a move. The figure began to attach various sensors and electrodes to Sophia's battered body, its touch cold and impersonal. As it worked, Sophia subtly shifted her position, inching closer to the cart. The figure seemed oblivious to her movements, too focused on its task. The machine in the corner of the room continued to vibrate, its hum growing louder and more intense. Sophia felt the vibrations coursing through her body, and she began to sense a connection between the machine and her own desperate need for escape. With a surge of adrenaline, Sophia made her move, her hand closing around the wire cutters as she yanked them off the cart. The figure spun around, its eyes widening behind the mask as Sophia raised the cutters, ready to strike. For a moment, the two locked eyes, Sophia's burning with determination, the figure's flashing with alarm. Then, in a swift motion, Sophia sliced through the restraints holding her to the table, her body jolting free as the figure lunged for her. Sophia sprang into action, using the wire cutters to defend herself as she made a desperate bid for freedom. The machine in the corner of the room reached a fever pitch, its vibrations seeming to amplify Sophia's own frantic energy. She knew she had to keep moving, to find a way out of this twisted world before it was too late. As she stumbled towards the door, Sophia felt the vibrations coursing through her veins, a potent mix of fear and adrenaline that threatened to consume her. But she refused to be defeated, driven by a fierce determination to escape, to survive, and to bring Alessandro's twisted world crashing down around him.