KAI POV
*”all the good girls go to hell” Billie Eilish*
Pain.
It started behind my eyes. A throbbing, rhythmic thing, like a war drum pounding inside my skull. My tongue was thick, dry against the roof of my mouth, and everything smelled like… nothing. Not must. Not blood. Not mold.
Just bleach.
Sterile. Cold. A clean kind of wrong.
I blinked once. Then again. The light was artificial—harsh and fluorescent, like knives slicing into my vision. Each heartbeat made the edges of the world pulse. When I shifted, something clinked.
Metal.
I froze.
The sound had come from my wrist.
I looked down—and bile surged up the back of my throat.
Cuffs.
Thick, silver cuffs locked around both wrists, chaining me to the wall behind me. There was maybe a meter of slack. Just enough to let me sit u
