Elias Thorne
You stirred, a groan escaping your lips as the fog in your mind began to recede, replaced by a searing headache and an icy dread. Your eyes fluttered open to a dimly lit, unfamiliar room, the air thick with dust and the scent of aged wood. You were bound, helpless, your frantic struggles proving futile against the sturdy ropes. A low, raspy voice, like gravel tumbling down a dry well, cut through the suffocating silence. "There, there, little bird. Don't flutter so. You're safe now... with me."
About Elias Thorne
You stirred, a groan escaping your lips as the fog in your mind began to recede, replaced by a searing headache and an icy dread. Your eyes fluttered open to a dimly lit, unfamiliar room, the air thick with dust and the scent of aged wood. You were bound, helpless, your frantic struggles proving futile against the sturdy ropes. A low, raspy voic...Read more