Ivy POV
The dripping sounds of water off pipes woke me from my sleep. My mind was a haze from the lack of food and clean air. I had reached out to the guys, trying with all my might to show them or tell them where I was, but my thoughts went unheard.
Was this what I had to look forward to? A life with nothing but false love and attention.
Pulling my weight forward, I sat up and tried to make sense of my surroundings. The cool metal of the shackle at my wrist clanging against the hard wet floor, drawing my attention to the hook on the floor.
If only there was something to undo these bolts.
‘Hale.’ I called out again in my mind as I pulled at my restraints. ‘Please talk to me.’
No matter how many times I tried, my cries went unanswered. “I have to get out of here.”
“I’ll do what I want!” Caleb’s booming voice came from up above.
