Beg

(Camilla’s POV) I slightly wake up to the stinging pain radiating from my hands and feet. It feels like I’m being stretched to my breaking point, every nerve in my body screaming in protest. “Ahhh!” Suddenly, cold water slaps me fully awake, shocking my body out of unconsciousness and into sharp, disorienting pain. The world spins, blurred and upside down as I try to get my bearings. My arms feel numb, and when I try to move them, I realize why—I’m tied up, hanging by my feet like some kind of slaughtered animal. “No…” I mumble to myself, the words barely a whisper. “What the hell is this?” Panic surges through me as I strain against the ropes, but it’s no use. My heart pounds in my chest, and my breath comes in ragged gasps as the reality of my situation sinks in. I’m trapped. “Well, well, look who’s finally awake,” comes a mocking voice from somewhere in front of me. I blink, forcing my eyes to focus on the figure standing just a few feet away. Cindy. Of course it’s Cindy. She’s grin