Emily's POV.

My stomach felt like it was eating itself.

The ache had started as a dull discomfort, but now it was something else…something sharp, something cruel. Hunger had turned into a gnawing pain that twisted deep inside me, making it hard to even breathe properly. My throat was dry, my lips cracked. Every muscle in my body ached from being tied up for days.

I didn’t know how long I’d been here.

Three days? Four?

The days blurred together in the darkness of this hellhole. My wrists were raw from the tight ropes, my legs numb from being bound to this stupid chair. My head pounded, and my body...