The cold, damp air clung to my skin like a shroud as my eyes fluttered open. The sting of iron shackles biting into my wrists sent a jolt of pain through me, anchoring me to the harsh reality of my situation. I was still trapped in this damn crude dungeon, a place that reeked of fear and despair. My heart pounded against my chest, fueled by a desperation to escape and regain my independence.
"Awake at last, are you?" A sneer echoed through the darkness, and the silhouette of a guard emerged from the shadows. His eyes were devoid of any humanity, only malice gleaming within them.
I refused to let him see my fear. "What do you want from me?" I spat, defiance lacing my words. My mind raced, trying to formulate a plan to break free from this hellish prison.
"Nothing more than what our mast
