Hazel’s POV
The door clanged shut behind me as I took in my new surroundings.
The room was significantly larger than my previous cell—cleaner too, with whitewashed walls and a smooth concrete floor. A single bed with actual sheets and a pillow sat against one wall. Across from it stood a small bathroom area without doors, offering zero privacy. A foldable table and chair completed the sparse furnishings.
No windows. Nothing I could use as a weapon. But compared to before, this was practically luxury.
To my surprise, one of the guards stepped forward and unlocked my chains. The heavy silver cuffs fell away, and I rubbed my raw wrists, watching them carefully.
“Don’t try anything,” the taller guard warned. “This room is monitored at all times.”
I glanced down, rubbing my wrists. They were red, and some parts of the skin had already started to tear. But in doing so, my eyes fell upon the guards’ hands.
They weren’t wearing gloves while handling the silver chains.
