Bound by the Past

Vivienne's POV.

The ropes cut into my wrists, sending a dull ache through my body as I shifted uncomfortably in the chair. Every breath felt like a chore, each one dragging me deeper into this pit of exhaustion. My arms were numb, my legs stiff from being bound to this godforsaken chair for hours…no, days. I had lost count. Two? Maybe three. It was all a blur now.

The cold warehouse floor was litt