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~Lisa's POV
I woke up chained to the cold metal table, the chains biting into my wrists and ankles. I had no idea how many times I had fainted.
My head throbbed, and every muscle in my body screamed. Hunger clawed at my stomach, and my throat was dry.
Fridolf's voice cut through the darkness. "You're awake. Good. Let's see if you've changed your mind."
"I… I won't!" I croaked. My voice sounded small even to me.
Belinda was there too, leaning against the doorway, smirking. "She still has some fight left," she said.
"Does she?" Fridolf asked, and I could feel his gaze like fire on my skin.
"Yes… I… I'll never confess to what I didn't do," I whispered, though my voice trembled.
Fridolf chuckled, low and wicked. "We'll see about that."
The guard grabbed my wrists and started twisting the chains slowly. Pain shot up my arms, sharp and hot. I tried not to scream, but it escaped anyway.
"Stop! Please!" I shouted. "I can't! I can't…"
