Anastasia pov

　　I regain consciousness with water droplets falling on my face. I feel my neck a bit sore and my vision is still blurry, dizziness hits me when I try to get up quickly. I realize I'm lying on a single bed with a thin mattress, chains binding my feet to the floor. The chains are cold and heavy, each movement echoing in the small cell.

　　The floor is cold, stained, and uneven, with some puddles of water reflecting the dim light that enters. Every step I ...