Mara’s eyes flew open again. She didn’t know how long she had been out—seconds, minutes, maybe hours—but the heavy feeling of fear still crushed her chest. The darkness around her was complete, and her senses felt strange, like they were stretching and twisting as she tried to figure out where she was. Her head hurt, and Darius’s words kept repeating in her mind. Wipe you clean. Start fresh.
The room was quiet, but she could hear a faint buzzing sound from machines somewhere far away. She tried to move her arms, but the restraints were still tight, digging into her wrists. Her body felt stiff from being stuck in such an uncomfortable position, but she couldn’t focus on that now. She needed to escape.
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