CHAPTER 142

Varya’s Pov

The creaking and slamming of the door echoed through the thick darkness, yanking me from my sleep. My body ached from the hours spent lying stiff on the old iron bed. The cold, rough metal dug into my wrists where the ropes bound me, leaving deep, stinging welts.

I winced as I tried to adjust my position, willing my body to move slowly to avoid jarring my sore muscles. I needed rest, and more strength to endure this hell.

I had been here for weeks—weeks of waiting, wondering if this nightmare would ever end. Tia had made this place her playground. She’d come when she was bored, the malicious glint in her eyes giving away her pleasure in my suffering.

But the torture wasn’t just physical; it was the waiting, the not knowing when she’d next appear. And now… this.

The silence hung heavy in the air, unnerving. Tia was always loud, her heels clacking on the wooden floor before she even reached the door. But tonight, there was no such sound. The silence was broken only by the oc