Chapter 67

• The cold stone beneath me was unforgiving. I could feel the dampness seeping into my skin, the biting chill of the air creeping in through the cracks in the walls. My body ached like it had been beaten from every angle. I could barely move, but that didn’t stop my thoughts from racing. Every inch of me screamed in agony, but nothing hurt worse than the betrayal gnawing at my gut.
• I tried to push myself up, but my legs gave out, and I fell back to the ground, a groan escaping my lips. Every movement felt like it tore at my insides. Blood was caked on my skin, and my once-strong body now felt like a rag doll—broken and helpless.
• My hands trembled as I reached for the wall, trying to stabilize myself. I needed to think. I needed to find a way out of this.