Chapter Sixty-One

Aya Starr 1.4k words

Charles struggled futilely against the rope binding his wrists, the coarse fibers digging into his skin with every movement. He could feel the sting of sweat in the abrasions forming on his wrists, but he didn't let up. His muscles ached from the continuous strain, but the knot was too...

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