10 Luke

The chains were strong. Not something I could ever hope to snap. The bracelet was on tight. The only good news for me its bolt connected to the wall. It was deep in, but an hour of wiggling it around had created promising cracks in the stonework. I had continued working on it, getting the bolt even as much as an inch out. After Danev's visit, he had removed the chair and chained me to the wall in a more long-term position that didn't speak well for me. I had heard sobs coming from outside that didn't help my confidence much either.

I was working at the same chains again, getting the bolt a few more centimeters out when I heard movement at the door. I quickly reverted back to my previous sitting position, but the door opened while I was still mid-transition leaving me in an awkward crouch facing the wall.

I managed to turn my head around to see Danev standing as a shadow against the light of the entryway.

"Somebody wants to meet you."