ChiaraWaking up was a martyrdom.A burning pain consumed me, as if a thousand incandescent needles were piercing my skin. It took a second for my mind to register the agony. I opened my eyes, blinking against a blinding light that hung above me. My vision slowly adjusted, revealing a low, makeshift ceiling and air thick with the smell of metal, antiseptics, and something else...something stale.Shit, I thought with dread.I was lying down, but not in a bed. My hands and feet were restrained, stretched out, and exposed. I looked down, and a silent scream choked in my throat. I was strapped to some sort of metal stretcher, but not with ordinary straps. They were thick bars of pure silver, glinting coldly in the light.The burning I felt was pure silver burning my skin, a constant torture that pierced me to the bone. My wolf howled inside me, writhing with every inch of contact. I wanted to scream and wanted to break the bonds, but the pain was too intense. Still, I held on.I would not
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