When I opened my eyes again, the ceiling above me wasn't the Sonder's mansion's familiar high arches or even the polished wood of particular corridors.
It was flat, cream-painted plaster, cheap and lifeless, the kind you see in local hotel rooms that try too hard to look "clean" but end up soulless.
My wrists ached before I could even move them, and when I tried, my arms barely budged, I looked doen to see leather straps bit into the skin. The same with my ankles, spread wide and locked to the four corners of the bed, a humiliating pose, especially when I realized I was half-naked, my dress gone, just stripped down to my underwear.
Anshur you filthy animal…
I swallowed, forcing myself not to thrash like a panicked animal… This is not the first time I got tied up and wanted to get out but couldn't, no elaboration.
Stay calm, breathe, and evaluate. That was what games taught me, right? Assess the field before making a move.
