Sleep drowned in an instant flood of ice. My body arched, rebelling against the shock.
That was the first thing I felt. A bucket of water splashed against my chest and face, dragging me from the calming embrace of nothing.
My body screamed, slightly less than before but screamed nonetheless.
I blinked hard. The torchlight swam in my vision, and what seemed like cloth clawed along damp stone walls. I moved, just to realize my arms were chained overhead, wrists raw and burning.
‘Silver….’
My cloak and arm bandages reeked of blood and sweat. Even worse, they itched. My feet? They barely touched the ground, toes scraping loosely over wet stone.
I coughed, blood lining my tongue.
"Finally," one of them muttered. With an especially nasal voice and lazy tone. The same bastard from before
