Amber's POV

Darkness is my friend. The narrow room that was dark, stuffy, and damp was my shelter from now on. No more mercy for me. I couldn't even sit down and rest to recover from my wounds.

I was chained in a standing position. After being whipped and beaten, I was left in a rusty cell with dirt as a floor. The fishy aroma of my blood could still be smelled several meters from the cell. A very sad and despicable situation for anyone who sees it. My closed eyes suddenly opened.

I roared. With the rest of my strength, I tried to remove the shackles of the silver...