I should never have trusted Caius.
He was charismatic, and attractive, and so manipulative that he had convinced me that he actually respected me, and falling for his act had cost me my life.
When I woke up to find myself in pain with cold metal restraints around my ankles keeping me bound to the hard, stone bed I had been taken to, I slowly recalled what had happened and how I had ended up like this.
My head was pounding and I wondered how long I had been unconscious for because I was parched and my throat was so dry I would not have been able to call out for help even if I thought that might achieve anything.
I could barely open my eyes without being in agony, and I retched when I tried to sit up.
I waited a while before I tried again, and brought my hands to my head as if clutching
