Lina’s POV Darkness wasn’t just darkness. It had weight. It pressed against me like something alive, something that knew I was weak and chose that exact moment to settle heavier on my chest, on my skull, on my lungs. My eyelids felt glued shut, thick and uncooperative, and somewhere deep inside my head a dull, pulsing ache throbbed in a slow, merciless waves. Each pulse spreaded outward, thick and heavy, like poison crawling through my veins. Sedative. The realization came slowly, like surfacing from deep water. My thoughts were sluggish, delayed, but they were still there. They were still mine. My eyes opened slowly. Everything was blurry. My fingers twitched. Pain answered instantly. Cold plastic bit into my wrists, sharp and unforgiving, cutting into the skin. It can only be one thing. Zip ties. Not rope. Not cuffs. Zip ties were worse in their own way. Cleaner. More efficient. No hesitation, no room for error. Whoever had secured me knew exactly what they were doing. I
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