CHAPTER 56
BOUND AND CAPTIVE
Elena bit into her lip and tasted a familiar tang of copper. The rope rubbed against her bound wrists and tore into her skin as she fought back tears and rage. She took calming breaths and peered into the bare room that contained a discoloured dressing table, a dusty bedside table, and an old wrought iron bed to which her hands were tied. She’d tried over the last couple of days to pull hard against the rope in an effort to free herself, but it was too tight. The more she pulled at the rope, the more her skin burned and chafed. It was pointless to try to escape.
The carpeted flooring was worn and ripped in parts of the room, and old newspapers lay scrunched up on the dresser. She angled her head as her eyes discovered a familiar name on the top headline page
