Lucas.
I open my eyes and I am in a room. The pain I feel is unbearable, and it hurts so much. I try to stand up but my hands are chained.
"Fuck," I let out an exasperated breath. There is not a single light in this room, and I feel like a prisoner.
As my eyes adjust to the darkness, I take in my surroundings. The room is small and windowless, with cold stone walls and a damp, musty smell that hangs in the air. The chains on my hands are heavy and unforgiving, digging into my skin, and I can feel the weight of the situation sinking in.
Nathaniel has me trapped, and I have no idea where Gabriel is or how he's doing.
I test the strength of the chains, but they're securely fastened to the wall. Any attempt to break free only causes more pain, and I know that I need to conserve my energy if I'm going to make an escape.
Hours pass, and my mind races with thoughts of Gabriel and Brandon.
