Lyra POV“Get up, bitch!” the bearded man snarled.I forced myself to rise, refusing to show him pain or fear. I met his eyes and held his gaze, silent and defiant, until he looked away. A flicker of irritation crossed his face.He yanked the chain, dragging me like an animal. Every step was agony, my body screamed, my feet numb and burning against the ice. I was weak, barely holding on, but I kept moving. I had to.We reached a large house. As the door opened, warmth rushed out and hit my frozen skin. It stung at first, but quickly dulled into something close to relief.Inside, the space was bare, plain wooden furniture, dull tungsten lights, and a sterile, lifeless atmosphere. No comfort. No softness. Just cold walls that matched the man dragging me in.Another tug. I stumbled.My eyes dropped to the chain. Iron, except for the part wrapped around my wrists. That section was silver. Just enough to weaken me, not him. Intentional. Everything about this nightmare had been designed, pr
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