Chapter 8—

For the second time since she was kidnapped, Lexie woke up chained to the dungeon walls. Her head aching dully and her body sore and cramped. Impotence was the most primal emotion she felt along with shame. She was naked, her body bare to the breeze which scorched her skin like whips, her hair crawling all over her face and her lips chapped and dry like her throat. Her pride was now battered and bruised, her stomach empty and practically begging for food. But how could she quench her hunger when shackles restrained her hands and feet? Sighing a breath of frustration into the air, she listened to the only sounds loud enough to reach her ears, the chirping of the morning birds and the sound of every breath that passed her lips. Yesterday, she thought she had succeeded in getting away. She had managed to get her hands on hands the keys and had even managed to open the door only to be met by her own despair. Just like the last time she was shackled in this dully illuminated room, lamentati