Love is just Illusion by Swapie Achilles
CHAPTER LX
JUNE
In the dark room where there is no a single window to see what is like outside, sits a weak and wounded woman on a creaky old wooden chair, her hands tied behind the backrest of the chair and her feet tide to the studs of the seat.
Groaning in pain, she hissed, “How long has it been?”
The room where Isabell was kept reeks of blood and mouse’s urine and the spired webs hang on the ceiling are the only decoration of the room. Slightly shaking her head, she tried to decipher one more time a way to get out of the binds.
Her tired and sore wrists are bleeding and in need of medical treatment since they were like that the first day she was captured.
Fighting the pain with all her might she tried to wiggle the her hands in an atte
