Damian.
Waking on the cold ground, I took in my surroundings. After hours and hours of torture, I couldn’t take any more and quietly slipped into oblivion. It was clear I had been placed in the dungeon of whatever building they had taken me to.
The damp smell of the air filled my senses, causing the sweeping feeling of nausea to flow through my body. Alokaye had tricked me. He had come after me, even though he had seemed satisfied with Ivy’s response before.
Deep down, I knew he wasn’t done with me, and even though I had known that, I let myself get carried away hoping to save myself. I was a fool, and looking around at my confines, I now understood now how much of a fool I had been.
Placing my hands on the floor, my wrist shackled with silver, I pushed myself up into a sitting position and groaned at the pain surging through me as I moved. At least the silver reminded me of what I was.
Otherwise, I wouldn’t be as affected.
