Rina's POV.
When I woke up, the first thing I felt was pain…a deep, throbbing ache in my skull that made my vision blur. It was sharp and unending, like someone had taken a hammer to my head. I groaned softly, trying to lift my hands to cradle my pounding forehead, but something wasn’t right. My arms wouldn’t move.
Panic surged through me as I tried again, harder this time. My wrists were bound behind me, heavy metal chains biting into my skin. I blinked through the haze, my heart racing as I took in my surroundings.
I wasn’t in my room anymore. The soft warmth of my bed was gone, replaced by cold, damp stone. The smell of mildew hung in the air, and the little light filtering through a cracked window told me it was morning. Morning? I’d been out for hours.
This can’t be real, I though
