Chapter 89

Blossom POV

I jolt awake to the jarring screech of rusted metal hinges, squinting toward the light streaming down from the top of the stairs—the first light I've seen since the bag snatched it from me in the garden of the castle. I can't be sure how long I've been trapped in this cellar, but two days in darkness feel like an eternity.

As my eyes gradually adjust, I catch the silhouette of a large man at the top of the stairs. He seems to be staring at me, but the light doesn't reveal his face. However, I finally begin to see the details of my surroundings, and the gruesome sight of coagulated blood smeared on the walls makes my stomach churn. I can't help but retch, spilling my stomach's contents onto the ground.

With a pained effort, I manage to voice my thoughts. "Dean?... Whoever you are, please help me. I've been taken by some terrible people. Please... just help..." I glance around, relieved to notice that the running water is clear.

The silhouette lets out a deep, rumbling laug