The air felt thick with smoke, blood, and desperation as I crouched over the doll. The chains that had once bound me lay discarded beside me, thanks to Kai who had earlier untied me, setting me free to move across the cell.
I tried to cut the doll or tear it, but I couldn't even put a scratch on that rag doll even with a sharp knife. That's when fear started to creep inside me. Why was I not able to destroy it? Did I make a mistake? Was I hasty to change it to Marcus's name?
But now, with the doll in my hand and Marcus’s name scribbled across it, I was more trapped than ever. My heart raced as I tried to erase his name, but no matter how hard I scrubbed, no matter how frantically I scratched, the name wouldn’t budge.
I looked around the cell, my eyes falling on the pile of coal and ston
