Emma POV

Darkness hung heavy, pressing against my eyelids like a living weight. I blinked slowly, my head pounding, the taste of metal on my tongue. The faint hum of electricity and the smell of damp concrete made me shiver. My hands were tied, wrists raw from rough ropes, and my legs stiff from sitting too long. I tried to move, to sit up, but the room spun violently, threatening to pull me back down.“Where… where am I?” I whispered, voice cracking. Silence answered me, save for a faint ...