LUTHER
Fucking hell… What the hell happened?
I tried to move—nothing. My body wouldn’t respond. Arms locked down. Legs dead weight. Cold metal bit into my wrists, and every tug sent a shot of pain through me.
Shit. I was tied up.
Footsteps—slow, heavy. Someone was there, watching. Waiting. My head felt like it had been smashed in, the world spinning in and out of focus. I forced my eyes open, but all I saw was darkness, broken only by the sharp sting of a light flashing across my face.
Who the f**k did this?
I growled, tried to fight against the bonds, but my body was too weak. Everything was hazy, like I’d been drugged. Whatever they gave me—it was working. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t fight.
Then a hand—a f*****g hand—grabbed my jaw, forcing my head to the side.
“Wake up, Luther,”
