The tension in the room was palpable, and I couldn't help but wonder if my team would arrive swiftly enough to save me from the imminent danger. In the best-case scenario, I'd emerge from this ordeal unscathed, but I had my doubts. The air seemed heavy with foreboding, and I couldn't shake the feeling that my time was running out.
"Put him on a chair," Malachi ordered in a tone that brooked no argument. Tisiah promptly complied, as if they had prepared a chair for this very moment. The chair appeared deceptively comfortable, and for a fleeting moment, I contemplated the idea of dozing off, though the notion seemed far-fetched given the circumstances. The prospect of sleep in this dire situation was laughable, and even my own fleeting thought irked me.
