29. Shackled
Raven
Pain.
That was the first thing that I registered as I came to. Sharp, searing pain biting into Mywrists and ankles. My body was curled on a cold, damp wooden floor, the sting of silver chains burning into my skin. Every breath felt like fire in my lungs. My head throbbed, my vision blurry, and the air around me was stale, damp, suffocating.
I tried to move, but the chains were too tight. My arms trembled, my legs weak beneath me.
Panic hit like a crashing wave.
“Where am I?” I asked no one in particular and my voice came out croaky.
I blinked rapidly, forcing my sight to adjust to the dim surroundings. The room was small and dark. A single barred window high above let in the faintest sliver of moonlight. Dust floated in the air. The floor beneath me smelled of mil
