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It’s dark.
So dark. And freezing cold.
Her body shudders as the chill of metal presses into her bare back and wrists. Every breath feels shallow, her head pounding behind her eyes.
Where is she?Why can’t she move?
Something holds her down—tight restraints biting into her wrists and ankles, securing her to the hard surface beneath her. She tries to cry out, but the sound dies in her throat, smothered by the cold weight of a metal gag sealed over her mouth.
Her heart slams violently against her ribs.
This isn’t Alfea.
She’s bound to a table. Immobilized. Helpless.
And standing above her—watching her, smiling—is him.