Daxton’s POV
My throat is raw from the hours of yelling I’ve done, but Tyson was telling the truth, no one can hear me, or if they can, no one is interested in helping me.
My head has cleared somewhat, but my face is throbbing, and my left eye is still swollen completely shut. I shift my shoulders as much as my restraints will allow, trying to release some of the pain between my shoulder blades from being in one position for so long.
After a few minutes of fruitlessness, I abandon my wriggles and instead start to use my fingers to feel around the ropes that are tying my hands behind me. The knot is thick and complicated, whoever tied me up knew what they were doing, pulling at my wrists only tightens the bonds.
I look around the room, which is still bathed in light thanks to Tyson not
