Brielle's POV. It's incredibly quiet – the kind of silence that makes you acutely aware of your heartbeat and every breath you take. My mind foggy, Every thought feels like it's slogging through knee-deep mud. I try to move, but my wrists are bound tightly behind me, the rope digging into my skin with a dull ache that's become all too familiar. I've been drifting in and out of consciousness, One minute I'm up, the next I'm face-planting into dreamland. Time has lost all meaning. The silence and darkness are absolute. The chair is hard and cold beneath me. The blindfold cinched around my head shuts out all light, forcing me to rely on my hearing. Footsteps echo. One, two, three, four, five… deliberate, unhurried. The creaking sound that follows signals the door slowly opening and chilly gust sweeps in, reviving my senses. It's him. A chair scrapes against the floor, the sound grating and loud. Then, silence. A moment later, the wooden frame creaks. I sense a presence acr
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