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50. Warning

Author: Feriha Writer
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-03 03:36:19

Elena's POV

The rope fell away, but freedom was only half-won. My wrists were raw, my pulse a frantic drum in my ears. Daniel could return any second, and if he came back down here to find me loose, I needed something—anything—to defend myself.

I forced myself to scan the room, my eyes darting like a trapped animal’s, cataloguing everything in a desperate blur.

The place was dimly lit, only a single hanging bulb swaying faintly above, its weak light pooling yellow across the wooden floorboards. The air smelt of damp earth and mildew, sharp with the tang of old alcohol and dust. The walls were rough stone, patched with rotting wood in places, and spiderwebs clung thick in the corners.

Against one wall stood the crate where Daniel had taken the wine bottle. Two more bottles rested there, their labels peeling, their glass thick and dark. I could smash one, the jagged neck becoming a weapon. My stomach twisted at the thought of holding it, blood mixing with wine if it came to that—but I
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