Chapter 61

Rebecca slowly regained consciousness, the first thing registering in her head was a taunting voice slicing through the veil of her slumber. "Wakey wakey," it jeered, echoing in the cavern of her mind. Grogginess clung to her like a heavy cloak as her eyes flickered open, admitting a dim wash of unfamiliar surroundings. Confusion swirled within her as she tried to piece together the puzzle of her awakening. The air tasted stale, and the distant sounds of machinery hummed, sending a shiver down her spine. Her gaze darted around, desperately seeking familiarity in this disorienting moment. Julian stood before her, a smirk dancing on his lips like a mischievous specter. His voice, a mocking melody, teased her, "You've been out for quite a while." Rebecca's mind raced, trying to recall how she had arrived at this place. Flashes of memories played like a disjointed frame; the arena, the arrows, fear, taste of blood, and then... darkness. Rebecca's chest heaved with a mix of fear and fru