Danielle's POV
My eyes slowly opened, struggling against the dim light of the dungeon. The cold, harsh stone beneath me felt unforgiving, sending shivers through my weakened body. Consciousness returned like a heavy fog, accompanied by the overwhelming thirst and persistent ache that seemed to grip every fiber of my being.
Attempting to rise, I realized with a sinking feeling that I was shackled to the wall. Panic gripped me as the reality of my captivity set in. My throat felt dry and scratchy, every breath an arduous task in the thick, oppressive air of the dungeon. The unmistakable stench of decay lingered, adding to the nauseating discomfort.
With a feeble voice, I called out into the darkness, "Hello? Is anyone there?" My own words echoed hauntingly, emphasizing the isolation that
