Chapter 122 Web Of Betrayal

• The sharp sting in her wrists was the first thing Sofie noticed.
• Her arms were tied behind the back of a wooden chair, and the rough rope scraped against her skin every time she shifted. Her ankles were also bound, the pressure cutting into her nerves, numbing her toes. The room was dim, lit only by a flickering fluorescent bulb overhead that buzzed in a steady, irritating rhythm. The walls were made of cold cement, cracked and damp in places. A single window, far too high to reach, let in a strip of pale daylight, but it wasn’t enough to tell her how long she’d been here.
• She blinked several times, groggy and disoriented, her head throbbing from the blow she'd taken before blacking out. Her sunglasses were gone, but she was still in the black trench coat she’d worn earlier. It hung loosely around her shoulders, a little crooked now, and did nothing to fight off the chill creeping into her bones.