Twenty Five | The Quiet Place
Lilly's vision was blurred when she finally returned to consciousness and a warm, sticky, liquid dripped down the side of her face. On instinct, she reached up to wipe whatever it was off, but she was restricted by something cold and hard wrapped around her wrists. The room was illuminated by a single oil lamp on a table in the middle of the room, but it was enough to make out the chains restraining her against the wall. The metal clinked as Lilly tried to free herself from the prison. She pulled against them repeatedly, using as much strength as she could muster in her current state, but they wouldn't budge. There was a dull throb in her skull, made worse by her erratic movements. Lilly groaned, resting her head against the wall in an attempt to subdue the s
