...Emile pov…

I sat in the dimly lit cell, my hands bound tightly behind my back. The ropes cut into my skin, causing a dull ache to spread through my wrists. I could tell it was night time, the sunlight that penetrated the slits in the wall had drawn back and gradually before being replaced with darkness.

I couldn't believe that I had stayed here for such a long time. If they wanted to do anything with me why have they wasted so much time.

I had been in this place for over 4 days now and what would happen to me was uncertain. I sat on the chair and...