Chapter 132

Rayne's POV

My mouth tasted like ash and sand. It didn't feel good. As I opened my eyes, a sharp throbbing headache started, causing me to squint and groan softly. I touched my head, cradling it gently. The pains continued, making it hard for me to even focus on a single thought.

When I looked around my surroundings, I realized one thing very quickly. This wasn't my room.

In haste, I rushed to pull myself into a sitting position and realized that my hands were bound together by some kind of leather belt. The harsh material dug into my flesh painfully making the skin there red and sore. I tried to move, but I saw that my feet were suffering from the same treatment as well.

A lump formed in my throat as I remembered the last few minutes I had spent awake in my home before waking up in a dingy shack with little ventilation and light.

I told myself to not panic, but the more I remained on the squishy foam I sat on, the more annoyed I got about everything. The peeling walls disgusted me,