Nayana
I slowly open my eyes with a groan, my lashes sticking together from dried tears. For a moment, I can’t understand where I am or why everything feels wrong. The air is damp and cold, heavy with the smell of dust and something metallic. My head throbs. When I try to shift, a sharp burn slices across my skin. That’s when I realize I’m not just seated, I’m tied down. My wrists are bound behind the chair, tight enough that I can already feel swelling. My ankles, too. My mouth is covered with tape, making it hard to breathe properly. f**k.
Panic floods me in a rush so intense I nearly choke on it. I twist and pull, trying to free myself, but the rope digs deeper with every movement, scraping my skin raw. My breath comes in short bursts. Tears blur the darkness in front of me as I insti
