Chapter 85 A Dance With The Devil

• The ropes tighten around my wrists, and I experience a mix of sharp pain and discomfort. The constant friction against my skin begins to create intense unease. In the midst of this distressing situation, it’s impossible for me to determine how much longer I will have to endure this torment. However, in a corner of my mind, I hold onto a faint hope that Ryan might find a shred of compassion and decide to free me from these bindings that imprison me.
• Tension grips me when I suddenly hear footsteps approaching down the dim hallway. My heart starts to race, anticipating something imminent. The creaking of the door as it opens breaks the silence, and through it, I can make out Ryan’s figure silhouetted against the light filtering in from outside. He crosses the threshold and closes the door behind him, ensuring that no one else can see us.
• — Ryan, I beg you — I implore with a trembling voice — I can’t feel my hands, please untie me.