Sofia Rhys.
My head hurts like hell. There’s this dull throbbing ache that doesn’t seem to have any plan of ceasing any time soon. Still, I tried to peel my eyes open, in a desperate attempt to see where I’m in. I managed to do so with much difficulty, but my gaze remained blurry. No matter how much I tried to rid it off the blur, it didn’t work.
A groan left past my lips as I tried to push myself up on my exhausted limbs, off the cold floor kissing my exposed skin but to no avail. My body, it felt too weak…too fragile. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this weak in my life before.
Every fiber in my being hurts like hell, and the arctic cold floor wasn’t helping at all. My gaze began to clear slowly, and my gaze then fell on a window—a very small window close to the ceiling with iron rods
