Krissan awoke to the sound of chains rattling and muffled cries of pain. Her vision blurred with exhaustion and agony, she tried to move, but her limbs were bound. The cold metal of the shackles bit into her skin, a cruel reminder of her defeat.
She blinked, forcing her eyes to focus. She was in a dimly lit room, the air thick with the stench of blood and fear. Deyonjay stood before her, his expression a twisted mask of satisfaction. Around them, the survivors of her rebellion were bound and bruised, their eyes filled with a mixture of defiance and terror.
"Welcome back, Krissan," Deyonjay said, his voice dripping with mockery. "I hope you enjoyed your rest. Now, it's time for you to witness the consequences of your actions."
Krissan's heart pounded in her chest. "Please, Deyonjay," she
