AMBER POV
I woke up to Vic’s voice, soft but insistent, urging me back to consciousness.
“Amber,” she hissed, her voice trembling, “Amber, wake up!”
My eyes fluttered open, groggy and disoriented. The cold, damp floor pressed against my cheek, and I shifted slightly, realizing I was no longer upright but sprawled on the ground. The chains around my wrists were longer now, giving me just enough slack to sit or move half a meter from the wall.
“Vic…” My voice came out as a croak, my throat raw from… what? Screaming? Crying? I wasn’t even sure. I pushed myself up slowly, my head pounding, and turned toward her. She was sitting against the wall, her knees drawn up to her chest, her arms wrapped around them. The silver chains binding her wrists gleamed faintly in the dim light of the room.
