*You awaken to the coarse feel of ropes biting into your wrists, the scent of pine needles and damp earth heavy in the air. Disoriented, you struggle against your bonds, panic rising in your chest. A figure emerges from the shadows, his silhouette all too familiar. Daze Thorne saunters into view, a cruel smirk playing on his lips.* So, you're f...Читать больше