Chapter 65
Vanya
The ropes cut into my wrists, my skin raw and burning as I writhed against them. The fibers didn’t budge. My ankles screamed in pain, twisted and bruised from struggling. With a deep breath and every ounce of energy I had, I rolled off the bed—thud. My body hit the cold wooden floor hard, pain ricocheting through my bones, but I didn’t let out a sound.
I scanned the room through tear-swollen eyes. My vision blurred, but I saw it. The chair.
A throne-like monstrosity tucked in the corner of the room, forged of blackwood and trimmed with sharp metallic thorns curling at the edges like cruel smiles. It was my only shot. I dragged myself toward it, inch by inch, my heart thudding louder than my movements.
Come on, come on, come on…
But just as I reached it—just as the fi
