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CHAPTER HUNDRED: ESCAPE ROUTE

Author: Bara
last update publish date: 2026-09-06 00:02:38

LENA’S POV

*ONE WEEK EARLIER*

The cold floor wakes me up from my very uncomfortable sleep. I’ve noticed that every time I wake up down here, I can feel the cold air in my lungs and the cold silence that presses on my ears until I think I’m going deaf.

I’m lying on my side and my wrists still ache from the cuffs even though they took them off three days ago.

I stare at the ceiling, with nothing else to do but wallow in my pity.

God, I wish things were different. For a minute I had
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