TRIGGER WARNING: KNIFE TORTURE AND URINE
Dani:
When I woke up again, the pain was white-hot. A searing, blinding agony that tore through my body, making every breath feel like a battle.
My wrists burn where the rope digs into my skin, the fibers biting deep, slick with sweat and blood. My shoulders scream from the unnatural angle of my arms being wrenched behind me, the sharp pulse of discomfort becoming a steady throb. I know I've been here for a while—long enough for my legs to go numb, long enough for the cold to sink into my bones and make my skin clammy.
I don't know how much longer I can stay upright. My head hangs low, my chin brushing against my chest as I fight against the exhaustion pulling me under. The metallic taste of blood coats my tongue, thick and nauseating. It mixes
