Liliana’s POV
The world feels like it’s closing in on me. My arms and legs are bound tightly to the bed with rough ropes that dig into my skin every time I move. The mattress beneath me is hard, unforgiving, and the musty smell of this small, windowless room makes me want to gag. I can feel a draft somewhere, a faint breeze that should bring relief, but instead it only reminds me of how trapped I am.
I try to pull against the restraints again, wincing as the ropes bite into my wrists. My body is weak, still reeling from the shift, but I can’t give up. I must find a way out of this nightmare. But every tug at the ropes just reinforces how useless it is. The knots are too tight, and I’m too drained to muster the strength to break free.
My wrists burn where the ropes have rubbed my skin ra
