AMARA'S POV
My arms ached.
Not the sharp, sudden kind of pain, but the deep, burning soreness that came from being restrained for far too long. My wrists were tied tightly behind the chair, ropes biting into my skin. My ankles secured. My head heavy.
The blindfold suffocated my senses.
Darkness.
Endless darkness.
I had screamed when I first woke up.
Fought, struggled, cried.
But now…
Now I was tired.
Exhaustion clung to my bones like wet sand. My throat felt raw, my lips dry, my body weak from fear and adrenaline.
How long had I been here?
Minutes?
Hours?
Days?
Time had lost meaning.
Then, I heard footsteps.
Slow.
My heart lurched violently against my ribs.
A door creaked open.
The sound echoed through the silence like a death sentence.
My breathing quickened.
The ste
