Drusilla's POV
My head was pounding with a brutal intensity.
A dull, throbbing ache pulsed directly behind my eyes, making my skull feel entirely too small to contain my brain.
Every single beat of my heart sent a sharp wave of agony through my temples.
I groaned out loud, the sound rough and raspy in the quiet darkness, and forced myself to sit up slowly against the cold floor.
I brought my hand up to my forehead, pressing the heel of my palm hard against my skin in a desperate attempt to push the agonizing pressure away.
The sharp, metallic clink of heavy chains echoed loudly through the space.
I froze instantly, my breath catching tightly in my throat.
I lowered my eyes, my vision blurry as I looked down at my own limbs.
Heavy iron cuffs circled my wrists, biting into my skin with a cold, unforgiving weight.
Thick, rusted links connected the restraints directly to the solid stone wall behind me, keeping me anchored to the floor.
