Freya
I gritted my teeth as I pulled at the shackles Blaze had locked around my wrists. The cold metal bit into my skin, leaving raw marks, but I didn’t care. I had to get out of here. I couldn’t let him win. Not this time. He’d left me alone in this desolate place, thinking I would just sit quietly and accept my fate. He underestimated me. My breath came in ragged gasps as I strained against the chains, feeling my wrists burn, my skin tearing under the relentless pressure.
“Come on, come on,” I muttered through clenched teeth, tugging with everything I had.
The shackles dug deeper, cutting into my flesh, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. My arms screamed in pain, my fingers slick with blood, but I kept pulling, twisting, doing everything I could think of. I could feel the bruises forming,
