Unforgivable

Liam's eyes slowly fluttered open, his vision hazy and blurred.

He groaned softly, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over him as his mind struggled to regain clarity.

The throbbing ache in his head intensified his disorientation, making it difficult to make sense of his surroundings.

As his senses gradually sharpened, panic surged through Liam's veins when he looked around and saw Anastasia nearby.

Confusion and concern etched deeply into his features as he struggled to piece together the fragments of his memory.

"Anastasia," he called out, his voice trembling. "What... what happened? Where are we?"

His voice quivered with a mix of fear and urgency as he took in the dimly lit dungeon with its cold stone walls and the eerie flickering torches.

The sight of Anastasia sitting on that iron chair and the restrainted with cuffs made of silver sent a shiver down his spine.