Chapter 75

Anna's pov

I was stiff and sore from having my hands tied for most of the day; the skin on my wrists was rubbed sore from the ropes. Owen rolled across my lap, curled up and asleep; his body twitched in the darkness.

He had stopped crying hours ago—maybe days ago, I wasn’t sure anymore. The clocks ceased to exist and all that separated them from one another was the dim light that came in through the little crack in the door separating night from day.

My eyes opened, they were sticky and droopy, they had not been shut for long, given the terror that I was going through. My body started getting dizzy and I couldn’t understand where I was, my tongue felt fleshy and swollen. And how long had we had been in here? Weeks?

I was worried when Owen became silent, but his whimpering was unbearably pitiful and pained. I pulled with all my strength on the ropes in an attempt to loosen them but my arms felt so weak and with each movement, I felt the bolts of pain in my aching muscles.

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