Nero opened his eyes slowly, wincing at the throbbing of his temples.
“Finally awake?”
Nero sat up slowly to look for the source of the voice. Nero didn’t know what he should feel when he saw who it was that spoke. It was Elara, chained against the wall, wounded and bloodied.
Without thinking, Nero tried to stand so he could get closer to Elara but was suddenly jolted back. Only then did he realize that his hands were also cuffed and chained to the wall. Unlike Elara though, his hands were chained against the wall. Both his hands were cuffed together in front of him, and those cuffs were chained to the wall. It allowed him to stand and move a bit, but he couldn’t go further than the middle of his cell.
Wait, cell?
Realization was starting to dawn on Nero. Breaking a
