Ayla’s POV
I tried shifting more, angling my body differently. The rope dug into my wrists and the burning sensation spread up my forearms. It felt like my skin was blistering, melting away.
I had to stop. The poison on the rope was getting worse with every movement.
But if I didn't get free, I would die here. Or worse.
I gritted my teeth and kept trying, ignoring the pain as best I could. My fingers stretched, reached, grasped at air.
Almost there. Just a little more.
The burning was excruciating now. I could feel wetness on my wrists. Blood maybe? Or fluid from whatever the poison was doing to my skin?
My vision started to blur at the edges, dark spots dancing in the darkness. The pain was too much. My body wanted to shut down, to escape into unconsciousness.
No. Stay awake. Sta
