STEPHI
I was beginning to lose sense of time.
How long had I been here? I had been counting each time the sun went down, but I had lost count somewhere along the line and was now unaware of how long I had been locked up as Nasroque’s prisoner.
He had stopped chaining both of my hands and only kept one cuffed to the bed.
And today I had decided that I would get out of this place.
I waited until I couldn’t hear any movements from outside the door before inspecting the cuff on my right wrist.
I had no items which could help me pick the lock, so I settled on force alone.
Taking a deep breath, I pulled on the cuff a few times to no avail.
“Come on, Stephi.” Turning so that I could place my feet against the head board as leverage, I tugged on my wrist until the pain became too much and I
