Chapter 6

Marianne. The tweeting of birds far away coupled with the scorching shade of sunlight coming from above gradually woke me up to reality. A puzzling one. I frowned, noticing the silver chains that clamped my wrists to the metal chair arms. I tried to move my legs on impulse but it was also clamped together by chains. I tried to talk but my lips wouldn’t, they were sealed by tape. Who was the sick bastard that did this to me?! My eyes darted around and my breaths failed me for a moment seeing the iron door a few meters away from me. What was I doing in a dungeon? I looked up and my eyes squinted at the rays of light coming from the iron nested hole in the middle. How did I get here? From the smell of dried blood coupled with dust and the structure of this place, it was evident enough this place wasn’t my Pack, the last thing I remembered was having a piggyback ride with my father so what happened?! I stared at the chains again and the answer instantly became clear to me. I’ve been abdu