Quinn's POV
*Trigger warning; torture*
My head was hanging down as I opened my eyes, staring at the black of my dress. My bare feet were flat on cold stone. I tried to move, but I couldn’t. My hands were bound, and I felt something restraining my upper body as I sat in what felt like a chair. Lifting my head, it fell back, feeling heavy and hard to move. My entire body felt like I’d been hit by a truck. Willing myself to move any part of me was a struggle.
Alora was still gone, so the wolfsbane wasn’t out of my system, but it felt like I wasn't chained in silver. Looking down, I saw that it was only rope around me, but the cold feeling of cuffs on both my wrists told me otherwise. My arms were tied to the arms of the chair, but the cuffs weren't attached. They were just single cuffs ar
