Chapter 24 Maxon
Chapter twenty-four
Maxon
Iwake to the disorienting sensation of being tugged upright. The sack that has been placed over my head is suffocating, filling my nose with the stench of damp fabric, making it hard to breathe.
As I stand, my legs feel like they might give out at any moment, and my head is throbbing intensely, like a war drum.
My wrists are now cuffed tightly behind my back, with the bones pressing into my skin with unyielding force.
These bones are worse than any iron I’ve come in contact with.
The fact that they tighten periodically is a fucking nightmare, draining me of my sanity.
“Move!” Yumekui’s voice slices through the muffled darkness, her tone harsh and biting.
I barely have time to steady myself before she shoves me in the back, the force making me stumble forward.
My boots scuff the stone floor, the uneven ground making it hard to navigate blindly.