Natalia & Andrei
Natalia
The metal shackles had rubbed my wrists raw by the second day. Every movement sent fresh waves of pain shooting up my arms, but I’d learned to grit my teeth and bear it. Complaining would only give these bastards more satisfaction.
“Get up, prisoner,” the scarred female barked, kicking me swiftly in the ribs as she unhooked my chains from the post. I clenched my jaw against the pain, refusing to show how much that kick hurt. “Breakfast won’t make itself.”
I pushed myself to my feet, ignoring the jeers and chuckles from the other rogues as I limped over to the fire pit.
Two days of sleeping on hard ground with my hands chained above my head had left me stiff and aching, and the female rogue loved to rough me up every time she came to release me for my “chores”
