Kavira POV
Forcing my eyes open felt like trying to lift a mountain. Come on, Kavira. Wake up.
I had to get up. I blinked several times, trying to orient myself.
The cot beneath me was metal old, filthy, and stained. No sheets, just a thin, bare mattress littered with mouse droppings.
The only source of light was a pale sliver of moonlight filtering through a small window.
I attempted to sit up and instantly regretted it. A white-hot pain tore through my back, head, and chest, knocking the breath out of me. I collapsed back against the mattress, motionless for a moment, gathering the courage to try again.
Images of what he might do if I didn’t move were motivation enough.
Gritting my teeth, I swung my legs to the side and slowly sat upright. Even that small effort made the room tilt
