Chapter 27 In The Black Room
- Maximus's POV
- The chains were biting into my wrists.
- Thick iron links dug into skin already raw from the struggle, holding me against the cold stone wall of my black room. My breath came out in ragged bursts, chest heaving, the air tasting of steel, sweat, and the faint copper tang of my own blood where the shackles had already carved lines into me.