FIA
My eyes opened to darkness.
This was not the comfortable darkness of a bedroom at night, or the gentle dimness of curtains drawn against afternoon sun. This was something else entirely.
For starters; it was cold and damp.
Stone walls pressed in from all sides, which explained the kind of cold that seeped into your bones and made a home there. Torches flickered somewhere beyond my field of vision, throwing dancing shadows across rough-hewn rock that looked ancient as it was forgotten.
I tried to sit up but my body wouldn't move.
Panic flared hot in my chest. I pulled again, harder this time, and pain exploded across my wrists. Metal bit into skin. The sharp edges of iron cuffs dug deep enough that I felt something warm trickle down toward my elbows.
Blood. That was blood.
