*Content warning for this chapter: forceful acts. Although not extremely graphic, Reader discretion is still advised.*
Nevara
I wake to the feeling of being held down.
Not by hands.
By tension.
By pressure.
By ropes.
My eyes snap open, heart slamming into my ribs as reality rushes in all at once. My wrists are stretched above my head, bound to the corners of the headboard. My ankles are tied wide apart at the foot of the bed. Not tight enough to cut off circulation—but tight enough that I can’t sit up, can’t turn, can’t pull free.
Just enough slack to struggle.
And I do.
The bed jerks beneath me as I wrench against the bindings, breath coming out in sharp, panicked bursts. The rope bites into my skin. The room spins.
“Tobias!” I scream. “What the hell is this?!”
Firelight flick
