Lucy’s POVThe first thing I felt was pain. My head throbbed like a hammer had been pounding it for hours. I groaned, trying to open my eyes, but the blindfold cut off all light. It pressed tight against my skin, itchy and suffocating. My wrists burned where the rope dug into them. The chair under me was cold, hard, unyielding, and my legs were bound so tightly that every tiny shift made me wince.I tried to breathe, but the air around me carried a smell so heavy it nearly made me gag. It was wet, rotten, and old, like walls that had been soaked in water for years. That foul dampness stung my nose, mixing with something faint but sharp—the bitter trace of cigarettes. I coughed, whispering weakly into the dark.“Who’s there?” My voice cracked. It came out small, shaky. “Please… let me go.”The silence dragged, stretching over me like a suffocating blanket. My heart thudded, and I pressed my bound hands against the rope, hoping, begging it might loosen, but it only scraped deeper into m
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