Chapter Thirty Seven
"Captive"
Consciousness is slow to return to me. Before opening my eyes, I realize that I’m unable to move my arms and legs, which sends a rush of panicked adrenaline through my body. My eyelids are nearly crusted together, but I manage to pry open my eyes with great effort and try to take in my surroundings through blurred vision. After blinking several times, only one thing becomes apparent; darkness.
I don’t know where exactly I am, but it must be a cell of some sort within a dungeon of some sort. The smell of blood and sweat weighs heavily in the air, along with the faint scent of cement. The room I’m in is dark, damp, and small—I’m sat against a wall with my arms chained over my head. Even if I managed to get out of these chains, I couldn’t get out of the room
