Elena POV
As I hung there, suspended by worn ropes out of the tower house, the realization hit me: someone had deliberately knocked me out in the washroom and tied me up here. To make matters worse, people below were watching me like I was some sideshow attraction. No one showed any sympathy for my situation. The more I struggled with the ropes, the more I realized with growing horror that they were fraying with each movement. I was literally hanging by a thread, suspended in midair, with my life on the line.
“Elena, stop moving!” Elise’s voice rang in my head, filled with panic. “The rope is going to break if you keep struggling!”
I cursed whoever had tied me up with worn ropes. “They must want me to fall from this tower,” I muttered, feeling a mixture of fear and anger.
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