Chapter38
Pain. A dull, throbbing ache pulsed behind her eyes, dragging her from the depths of unconsciousness. Her limbs felt heavy—too heavy. Her body sluggish, weighed down by something invisible. The air was thick, suffocating, reeking of gasoline and damp wood. Something was wrong. Sydney tried to move, but her wrists wouldn’t budge. A sharp bite of rope burned into her skin. Her ankles—bound. Panic seized her chest, snapping her mind into full awareness. She wasn’t in her bed. She wasn’t in the mansion. She wasn’t safe. Her breath came short and ragged, heart slamming against her ribs as she struggled to take in her surroundings. The room was small, suffocating. A single, flickering bulb barely pushed back the darkness, casting jagged shadows on the concrete walls. There were no window
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