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Chapter 30

Author: Layo
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CLAUDE

MY HEAD THROBBED like it had been cracked open, the kind of ache that made it hard to think straight. Every nerve in my body was screaming, and the drip-drip-drip of water somewhere close only made it worse, each echo hitting like a hammer. My back ached where something cold and sharp pressed into it, scraping against bone, and no matter how I shifted, I couldn't find relief.

And my wrists—fuck. The sting of metal biting into my skin was enough to remind me I wasn’t going anywhere.

I tried to open my eyes, but they wouldn’t budge. They felt heavy, like I’d been drugged. Voices buzzed around me, tangled and overlapping, but I couldn’t make out the words.

“Ya slyshal, on byl s bossom na tom korable. Dumayesh, on gey?”

“Zatkní svoy gryóbanyy rot. On prosypáetsya.”

Then one sentence broke through, clear despite the heavy accent.

“Go tell boss that he’s awake.”

Boss.

My pulse jumped. Even through the haze, I knew exactly who that meant.

I forced my eyes open, but darkness greeted m
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