Chapter Hundred Thirteen

Zirah's POV

Ice-cold water was splashed on my body, jerking me awake abruptly pulling me from the reins of unconsciousness.

I flung my head, my eyelids fluttering as I sought to get my bearings.

Everything was spinning, and my eyes felt like they were glued shut for the longest time.

My body also felt heavy... probably 'cos I haven't used it for a while.

I raised my head slowly and I realized two things.

One, I couldn't move….at all.

That jarred my senses and I awoke fully to see that my legs and hands were restrained with thick metal straps laced with chains, proving it impossible to get out of.

Even if I could break through the leather straps, the chains had the distinct yet faint smell of silver which would be tough if not impossible to get out of.

Secondly, I was in an underground dungeon that stank like the devil's behind.

How I got here seemed to get away from here, but why was it a different case?

I was here because I refused to give in.

I think back to what happened after Dam