THIS CHAPTER IS LONGER THAN THE OTHERS AS IT IS THE LAST ONE IN THIS VOLUME
Anna was tied to a chair and her eyes were blindfolded. She could hear movements around her, muffled sounds that hinted at the presence of others in the desolate space. The rough texture of the rope against her wrists and the cold hardness of the chair beneath her served as cruel reminders of her captivity.
The blindfold robbed Anna of her sight, plunging her into a world of darkness where every creak and shuffle carried heightened significance. Stripped of the ability to see, she relied on her other senses to glean any information about her surroundings.
The air was thick with tension, and Anna's every breath seemed amplified in the silence. She strained to catch any subtle clues that might reveal the intentions of those who held her captive. The distant echoes of footsteps and hushed whispers created a disorienting symphony, the cacophony of an environment she could no longer fully comprehend.
