Lyse's eyelids fluttered open, a wave of disorientation washing over her. The room was pitch black, the only source of light a sliver seeping through a crack in the wall. As her vision adjusted, she realized she was tied to a chair, her wrists and ankles bound tightly with rough rope. Panic surged through her, a chilling echo of a past trauma.
This wasn't the first time she had been in a situation like this. Years ago, she had narrowly escaped a human trafficking ring, a terrifying ordeal that had left deep scars on her soul. The memories of that time flooded back, each detail as vivid as if it had only happened yesterday.
She struggled against the ropes, her heart pounding in her chest. The rough texture of the rope chafed against her skin, but she persevered, determined to break free.
