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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐎𝐍𝐄

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𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

as consciousness slowly returned, i found myself in a daze, my surroundings shrouded in darkness. the cold touch of the concrete floor beneath me sent shivers down my spine, while a throbbing ache in my disoriented head intensified. gradually, my vision cleared, revealing a cavernous space adorned with a meager glow from a few flickering candles. the dim orange light cast eerie shadows across the walls, amplifying the sense of isolation and captivity that engulfed me.

my heart raced as i took in the sight of the sturdy metal cuffs tightly restraining my hands, their unforgiving grip causing my wrists to ache and bruise. panic surged through me, causing my breath to become rapid and shallow. desperation fueled my efforts as i strained against the chains that glued me to the wall, desperately attempting to free myself from their iron grasp, but to no avail.

a whimper escaped my lips as i tugged and strained against the unyielding chains, my fear growing with every futile attempt. the ache in my wrists intensified, a haunting reminder of the merciless grip that held me captive. i could feel the bones inside my wrists protesting, threatening to shatter under the strain, and a surge of pain shot through my body, causing me to groan in anguish.

desperation drove me to channel my inner power, to summon the energy that usually flowed effortlessly within me. but to my dismay, as i focused my thoughts and directed my abilities towards the thick metal encasing my wrists, i was met with nothing but a void.

it was as if my powers had been forcibly stripped away, leaving me defenseless and vulnerable. the realization struck me with a sense of profound loss, amplifying my feelings of helplessness in this grim and oppressive place.

i shifted my gaze downward, my eyes tracing the unfamiliar attire that now adorned my body. black shorts clung to my hips, while an oversized black shirt draped loosely over my frame. the garments lacked any personal touch, their plainness accentuating the sense of displacement that enveloped me.

as i surveyed my exposed skin, i couldn't help but wince at the sight. dirt and grime coated my legs and arms, mingling with the remnants of dried blood. traces of scratches and bruises covered my flesh, evidence of a harrowing journey through unforgiving terrain. it was as if i had been forcibly dragged across a treacherous landscape, encountering rough stones and unforgiving branches that had left their mark upon me. the physical reminders mirrored the turmoil within, reflecting the gravity of the situation i found myself in.

"good morning, winona," a voice resonated through the cavern, piercing the silence. i squinted against the sudden surge of brightness as the figure emerged from the shadows. with every step, the lights flickered and adjusted, illuminating the presence of a red-haired woman. she strode towards me, her red boots leaving imprints on the dusty ground, and her unique glasses framing her piercing gaze.

a sinister smile played upon her lips, sending an icy chill down my spine. her expression held an enigmatic combination of amusement and malice, as if she reveled in the power she held over me.

"thornhill?" i croaked, my voice barely audible, as i fought against the dryness in my throat. the waves of anxiety and fear crashed over me, leaving me overwhelmed and disoriented. i couldn't comprehend why thornhill, of all people, would subject me to such a harrowing ordeal. questions swirled in my mind, demanding answers, yet i feared the truth that awaited me.

thornhill's sinister smile widened, revealing a glint of twisted satisfaction in her eyes. she savored the fear that radiated from my every trembling fiber, relishing the power she held over me. the reasons behind her cruel actions remained a mystery, shrouded in the depths of her malevolent intentions. it was clear that she had orchestrated this intricate trap with meticulous precision, leaving me trapped and vulnerable within her clutches.