Celeste couldn't deny the agony searing through her.
Every movement, every breath seemed to exacerbate the rawness of her wounds. The sting of her scars was a constant reminder of the battles she'd fought, both within and without. Beads of sweat gathered on her back, amplifying the discomfort to unbearable levels. In the dimness of her surroundings, she found herself bound by shackles, yet the configuration was different this time. No longer were her arms cruelly suspended above her head; instead, the chains, once affixed to the ceiling, now trailed behind her, still tethered to the wall. Though her wrists remained trapped, the freedom from the previous torment felt like a small victory amidst the overwhelming pain.