MARSHALL’S POV
The room was suffocating, the air heavy with the weight of confinement. I glared at the device that held me captive, its mechanical restraints mocking my helplessness. The knowledge of Freya's disappearance gnawed at me, fueling an anger and determination I had never felt before. I couldn't afford to waste any more time. I had to break free.
With a surge of adrenaline, I mustered every ounce of strength within me. My muscles strained against the restraints as I pushed, twisted, and pulled with relentless fervor. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead, dripping down my face, but I refused to succumb to fatigue. The device groaned under the force of my efforts, but it held steadfast, denying me the freedom I so desperately sought.
Frustration coursed through my veins, intensi
