Chapter 28 : Hoping to be Saved

TW: Graphic Depictions of Violence RAVEN Adriano. A name that came to mind the moment I ended up in this hell hole of a place. The one name to keep me going and make it easier to handle what was happening. He was my rock, my saving grace, and my guardian angel. I had very little left to give, restrained by chains hanging down from the damp ceiling and ones attached to hardpoints on the cement floor. The scent of wet concrete and something acrid invaded my nose. Whoever kept this place up didn't work as hard as Nyx or Adriano to keep it clean. Fading. I was fading in and out of consciousness, unable to focus on anything but the ache and numbness in my limbs from being stretched out for so long. This wasn't how I had planned for my night or day to end up, but I needed to focus on a plan to get out of here. If it was even possible to. I mean, it had to be. I couldn't just give up and let it go. But then again, maybe I would never get myself out of here,