Diana's POV
I tried to move my hands. They wouldn't budge. The material of the ropes dug into my skin, and I could feel how bruised my wrists were.
My throat felt raw. I tasted the blood in my mouth. I screamed, and screamed, and no one came.
My feet were bound too, with that same scratchy and painful rope.
My eyes darted around, searching for anything that could help me get out of here. It was dark so dark that when I closed my eyes there was no difference . My heart pounded in my chest, so hard I thought it would explode.
I couldn't move. I couldn't scream. I couldn't do anything at all.
A light came on, a single candle light. My eyes were drawn to it, hope sparked in my chest that it was going to be help.
A woman walked closer to me. She held the candle in her hands and it il
