Teresa

I opened my eyes to a mildly dark room and felt a small headache.

My body was too weak to move, and the air around me was cold and stale, and a part of my skin pressed against cold earth.

I pushed myself up to a sitting position, and the jingle of chains followed.

I felt the cold metal around my wrist, holding my hands together.

My eyes fell on the metal band around my ankles, holding my legs together, linked by heavy chains.

A clank and jingle of metals sounded ...