Alaia’s POV:
I didn’t expect to get caught before I got to the storage room, and then locked away in a dungeon cell. Being chained to the ceiling like a rag doll with my legs tied up wasn’t pleasant either.
Especially since the need to pee has been a little bit of a problem for the past thirty minutes, I hadn’t expected to run directly into a guard on my way to the storage basement. The moment the blade got close to my throat the first thing that came to mind was for me to use my powers, but for some reason, they didn’t seem to work.
Something is restricting them, like a barrier, or a mental block, or just something magical.
It’s bad enough the place sends chilling waves down my spines as it emanates bad vibes, but did it have to live me feeling bare and exposed.
Letting out a si
