Chapter 85. Trapped

Athena

There were different voices sounding around me—a convolution of the discussions with words I could barely register. My head was aching as if there was a massive weight someone has permanently put over it. The voices spoke amongst themselves, the conversation sounded distant even though I could feel the presence of the speaking individuals around me as if I was at the center of attention.

It was a struggle to open my eyes. They felt heavier than stones. I could feel the sweat coating my forehead and my palms, the skin on my wrists burned for some reason and as I made an attempt through my awakening consciousness, I recognized the restraint that tied them together—ropes. There were ropes around my wrists that kept my hands locked behind the chair that supposedly was made from wood—at least, that’s what the cold surface of it told me so.

At first, there was solely nothing in my mind other than the urge to open my eyes and see where I was because the memo