ELENA POVI didn’t panic.That was the first decision I made.Panic was loud. Messy. Predictable.And right now, predictable would get me killed.So I sat still.Quiet.Listening.The room was small — concrete walls, no windows, one steel door. The single bulb above me buzzed faintly, flickering every few seconds. My wrists were chained behind me to a metal ring fixed into the wall. Ankles restrained too, but with just enough slack to shift position.Not careless.But not perfect either.I took a slow breath.Observe first. Move later.I tilted my head slightly, letting my eyes adjust fully to the dim light.The chains weren’t thick industrial ones — they were reinforced, but the links were standard. Strong… but not unbreakable.The ring in the wall? Bolted.Four screws.Slight rust around the edges.My lips pressed together.Interesting.I shifted carefully, testing the range of movement. The chain scraped again, but I controlled the sound this time.Slow.Measured.The metal bit int
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