Electra's Pov
I don't know how it happened—how I, of all people, managed to fall asleep in this situation—but I did. One minute, I was seething, drowning in my fury, trying to ignore the biting cold and the ache in my wrist from the handcuff while also dealing with an invisible voice, and the next, I was waking up on the hard floor.
Blinking groggily, I tried to piece together what had happened, but my memory was blank. The last thing I remembered was that strange voice, taunting me, asking how it felt to be powerless. After that? Nothing.
It was as though the cold and exhaustion had swallowed me whole, and now here I was, still chained to the rail, still in my underwear, and still utterly humiliated.
