Willow's POV

The air in the room was cold and stale, the stone walls seeming to close in on me with every passing second. I could feel the lingering weight of dread press against my chest, like a thousand-pound stone trying to crush my ribs. Every movement felt sluggish, as though the energy was being drained from me, slowly and relentlessly. My eyes flickered open, the harsh light of the room blinding me for a moment before my vision adjusted.

Another day. Another round of pain. Another ...