Kael’s POV
“Sign this paper,”The familiar man, barked, sharp and angry, followed by a loud thud, and something heavy slammed onto the table.
I flinched at the sound. My hands twitched against the coarse rope cutting into my wrists. “If you want me to sign anything, take this damn blindfold off my face,” I snapped.
But they didn’t.
They never did.
I didn’t know how long I’d been here. Maybe three days. Maybe ten. Time had stopped making sense. The rhythm of my life was no longer marked by sunrises or nightfalls, but by the hollow rumble of my stomach and the way my skin grew colder each time the silence stretched too long.
The room reeked of damp mold and old blood. The walls whispered with echoes I couldn’t place. Rats scurried across the corners sometimes. My body throbbed from the
