LOVETH’S POV
I was terrified to make a sound, so I remained silent, listening intently until the footsteps faded. Only then did I let out a small, shaky breath.
The ceiling above me started to tremble, and the light bulb hanging from it began to swing violently, casting erratic shadows across the cell. A loud crash of metal reverberated through the room, followed by a woman’s bone-chilling scream, slicing through the silence and filling me with dread. Then came the sound of laughter—deep, twisted, and dripping with sadism.
The relentless noise frayed my nerves until I couldn’t bear it any longer. In frustration, I rose to my feet and began shouting.
“Let me out!” I yelled, rattling the bars with all my strength, but they were solid, unyielding.
“Don’t waste your energy,” came a voice
