*Anaïs*
The world around me feels like a chaotic blur, and my heart is pounding against my ribcage like a trapped bird desperate for release. My fingers claw at the iron grip around my throat, the edges of my vision beginning to darken. I can hear Griff’s desperate pleas, his voice a ragged snarl that sends shivers down my spine.
Dufour’s laughter fills the room, a cold, cruel sound that amplifies the terror consuming me. His words, his threat to snap my neck, ricochet in my mind, each echo a grim reminder of my imminent death.
His grip tightens, the faint glimmers of hope fading. I can see Griff, his eyes a mirror of my own fear and desperation. I want to reach out, to tell him it’s going to be okay, but the words can’t get up through my throat, my voice a mere whimper.
And then, a
