Bram;
The chain snaps tight the moment I try to move, and I groan.
That is not a mistake. Neither is it an accident. It's deliberate. These chains were measured and calculated to remind me exactly where I am every time I so much as shift my weight!
I scoff.
At least they're not stupid.
I let the tension sit against my skin for a second—feeling the metal dig into my wrists before I ease back against the wall again.
The stone behind me is cold, prickly, and rough in places where time has worn it down unevenly, but I don't react to it.
Pain is not new. Discomfort is not new either.
Compared to what I went through in that bitch Liandria's hard, this… This is nothing.
My gaze drifts lazily around the cell, taking in the details without needing to move my head much.
A dark cell, iron bars, low light, and a door thick enough to make a point. They put effort into this. Not just to hold me…but to make sure I understand I'm being held.
That almost earns them my respect.
…Almost.
