Chapter 73 Poetic Justice

Cold.

That was the first thing Serena felt.

Cold concrete beneath her. Cold air against her skin.

Her eyes opened.

Everything hurt.

She tried to sit up—couldn't.

Her hands were tied. Wrists bound tight behind her back. Ankles lashed to a chair.

"What…"

She blinked hard, trying to clear her v...

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