Ice-cold seawater flooded my nose and mouth. I thrashed, but it was useless—my body had no strength left, even though I knew how to swim. I sank deeper, the air squeezed from my lungs, the light of the surface fading above me. As suffocation took hold, my mind slipped away, and I stopped fighting.
Maybe this was better. To die like this, to sink into the abyss forever. In my next life, I'd be a fish with no memories, no burdens to carry.
But why, even now, did Damian's voice echo in my head? "Emily, I love you. We'll never be unbound, not in this life or any other."
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I didn't expect to wake up. When I did, I was strapped to a bed, bound tight with restraints. If it weren't for the lack of shock machines, I'd have sworn I was back in the cell.
For three days, I was trapped there. No
