Blinking slowly, the world comes into focus. All around, the smell of dirt perforates the
air. A raw pain flares in my wrists and
panic clutches at my chest. I try to
move, but the ice cold chains hold fast, their clanking deafening in the quiet
space.
What happened?
Legs shaking, I
try to stand, but my bones turn to liquid and I hit the ground hard. Sucking in a shaking breath I sweep my eyes
around the room. Nausea crushes my
abdomen. The room is no bigger than a
broom closet and my claustrophobia tightens like a vice around my lungs. Panicking, my breaths come in quick
succession.
Help. Someone.
Caden. The name slips
through my mind, as my vision darkens, like sand through numb fingers.
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