Chapter 48
The first thing Sasha noticed was the cold. Even after three days in the Pit, the chill clung to her skin like rot—damp, unrelenting, ancient. Her body ached from the cramped space, muscles stiff and uncooperative, ribs still sore from the voltage. Her throat was parched, she hadn’t been given much water—just enough to stay alive. When the lock finally groaned and the steel door swung open, a flood of light forced her to squint. Two guards waited, arms crossed. “Let’s go, Silver Fox,” one sneered. “Your queen wants to see you.” Sasha stood slowly, silently. She didn’t speak, didn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing pain. She stepped out, the stone corridor felt longer this time. The air smelled different. Something had shifted. She wasn’t just an inmate anymore. She was a player.
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