Reene

Each time I tried to pull my hands away, the iron cuffs tugged harder, impaling it. I whimpered, as a sharp pain tore through my body at my umpteenth try.

Beads of sweat covered my forehead, as the pain doubled. I was in the dungeon once more, awaiting my death. Everywhere was dark, and eerie. In the stillness of the night, the door creaked open, and I forced my head up, to see who the intruder was.

I scoffed when I saw who it was, and bowed my head to its original position.

"Oh oh, poor Amber. I came to pay you a visit." Gabe mocked, pausing right at...