The four legs of the chair moved when someone sitting on it kept shaking it. He tried with great difficulty to untie the ties on his hands and feet so that they could be released. However, his efforts seemed to be in vain.
The harder he tried to untie the knot, instead it made wounds around his wrists and feet. The wound was getting bluer, and a little sore because the rope kept sliding against his skin.
Ezra groaned with pain in his body, he became Ollivander's prisoner in a closed warehouse, Amanda's half-brother stopped moaning, and he was desperate.
Ezra's energy was almost exhausted after he put his all into it. As a result, he stopped trying and gave up. Just let Ezra surrender himself to God. If fate keeps him alive, there will be someone to help him. Although he did not know who it was, recognized or not.
"Who is it... please, someone, help me! I beg you!" cried Ezra, hoarse.