The iron door had barely slammed shut when Adriana let the scream tear from her chest.
It wasn’t the scream of fear or despair. It was fury. Raw, primal, unyielding. The sound bounced off the stone walls, shaking the silence of the dungeon until it felt like thunder.
Her fists clenched, chains rattling against the iron rings embedded in the wall. Her wrists burned, the metal cutting into her skin with every movement, but she didn’t care. She yanked against them until the skin split.
Her voice broke the darkness.
“You want me broken? You’ll have to kill me first!”
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The walls pressed in, damp and cold. The air stank of mildew and rust. Somewhere far above, she could hear faint footsteps, muffled laughter. The world continued while she rotted here.
But she wasn’t afraid of the walls
