I yanked my arms upward for what felt like the millionth time, but just as all of the times before, it yielded no results. I wasn't able to wiggle myself free, and I definitely wasn't able to feel the circulation returning to my hands. It was proving to be a frustrating situation that I was finding myself in, and there was nothing that I could do to free myself, or simply to save myself. Whether I liked it or not, I was going to have to stay here until someone came to save me, or until some kind of miracle happened. Was this the way that Hades felt when he had been chained up by Zeus? It was not a pleasant feeling at all.
I sat there, staring into the distance, and I could not help but feel the pressure building up in my chest, the heavy weight of my emotions settling onto my shoulders.
