Rebecca's POV
The morning sun struck my face, forcing my eyes open. I groaned, every muscle in my body screaming as if I’d been beaten.
I sat up slowly and looked around, my brow furrowing. I froze. This wasn’t the tiny, pitch-black dungeon box that had been driving me crazy.
My breathing quickened as I sat up too quickly, my eyes darting around wildly. The cell I was in now was much larger—a massive room easily big enough to hold fifty people. There was a narrow bed in one corner, and even a simple toilet behind a small wall. There was enough space. Enough air.
I slowly pressed my back against the cold stone wall, my head spinning fast as I tried to figure out how I had gotten here. How long had I been passed out? The last thing I remembered was the sound of footsteps coming towar
