*Arealla*

Cold. Dark. Damp. A musty smell filled the air and the sound of dripping water echoed relentlessly in my cell.

A “cell” was too good of a word to describe the place where Jason had me chained up like an animal. It was more of a cave that had been slightly altered to suit my captor’s needs.

I coughed. The chains rattled and the metal cuffs cut through my already raw wrists, it drew a small amount of blood. The lack of food and water kept me ...