Isabella’s POV
The pounding came first.
Not on the door…inside my skull. Heavy, rhythmic, like someone swinging a sledgehammer against the inside of my head.
The second thing was the pull.
A sharp, metallic tug on my wrist when I tried to move.
I froze.
Slowly, my eyes adjusted to the dim light. White walls. A king-sized bed with black sheets. No windows. Just a single, heavy door with a bolt that looked like it could keep a prison riot out, and another door at the other end.
I tried to sit up, but the tug came again…louder now, with the cold bite of metal digging into my skin.
Chains.
Thick, silver cuffs around my wrists, connected to a short length of chain bolted into the bedframe. My ankles weren’t spared either…two more cuffs, each linked to opposite corners of the bed. Enoug
