Chapter 78 Chains of Desire

Vortend

The prison cell is a cold, gray box, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and iron. A single, narrow bed sits against the wall, its thin mattress barely softening the hard frame beneath. My wrists chafe under heavy handcuffs, the metal biting into my skin as I sit on the edge of the b...

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