Sarah felt a terrible headache when she opened her eyes. Everything was spinning, and her body felt weak to the point that even moving her fingers seemed impossible.
"Where... am I?" she murmured, her voice hoarse and trembling.
She blinked a few times, fighting against the dizziness clouding her vision. As her surroundings came into focus, she realized she was in an unfamiliar room—a cold, sterile space with bare walls and minimal furniture. Panic set in, and she attempted to sit up, only to find her arms heavy and unresponsive.
"No, no... this can’t be happening," she whispered, her breath quickening.
Sarah growled softly, summoning her remaining strength to move, but her legs wouldn’t obey her commands. She looked down and saw thick ropes binding her ankles tightly to the chair she
