Chapter 32

• Roxanne’s POV
• My wrists were raw, torn open by the iron chains that bit deeper into my flesh with every desperate heave of my body. My head spun, a nauseating wave of dizziness washing over me as the cold, sterile light of the underground bunker burned into my eyes.
• Viktor stood a few feet away, his face twisted in a murderous scowl, while the doctor stared frantically at a glowing, handheld diagnostic pad connected to the massive, reinforced steel vault door across the room.