Chapter 35 Thirty-five.

I looked to the ceiling, dazed and confused. Only it wasn't the usual one I was familiar with. It was more shabby in comparison and I sat up, shocked to find myself in my old room; chained to the bedpost. I pulled hard at it.

​Once.

​Twice.

​Thrice.

​But it wouldn't move and I looked around, con...

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