Chapter 47
Maya’s POV
My head pounded before I even opened my eyes.
Everything hurt…my wrists, my neck, my ribs. I couldn’t tell where one ache ended and the next began.
The air was thick, stale, and tasted like rust. I tried to move, but the moment I did, something dug into my wrists, tight, biting rope.
My hands were tied behind me, the coarse fibers cutting into my skin every time I shifted.
Cold concrete pressed against my cheek. Somewhere in the distance, I heard dripping water, steady, rhythmic, like a broken faucet counting down time.
When I finally managed to lift my head, the room swam into focus.
A warehouse. Empty except for a few crates stacked to one side and a single bulb flickering overhead. The light buzzed weakly, casting long, warped shadows across the floor.
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