Eleanor’s POV
I forced my eyes open, my body hurting like it had been penetrated by a thousand pins. Although it was morning, the dungeon was still dark, and I could only see daylight in the corridor. All I remembered was that I had been tied and whipped by that wench, Gwen.
I pressed my hands against the floor, trying to get up on my feet, but I fell back to the concrete ground on my face. Groaning in anguish, my body was sore. I couldn’t even move. I stroked my hair backward, breathed out, and started crawling toward the gate with gritted teeth. I was an inch from the gate when I fell back to the floor in pain. I let out the cry that was lingering in my throat.
"Help me, Fox. I can’t move." I begged her.
"We are physically and mentally weak," she answered. Tears started rushing out
