Caden’s POV
I growl darkly as I rouse from the blackness, opening my eyes slowly to find that I still can’t see anything. What feels like some sort of bag is pulled over my head, blocking my view, and my hands are suspended above me putting strain on my shoulders. A few moments of straining my wrists, and then my ankles, tells me that my hands and feet are bound tightly. The c******g sound and burning sensation where the cuffs touch my skin, leads me to the realisation that my wrists and ankles are shackled in silver that are attached to a chain.
Tuning my attention to my surroundings, the low rumble of an engine informs me that I’m in some sort of vehicle and from the ruts that the wheels are running over, it’s not a highway or well paved road that we are currently driving down.
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