Chapter 95

CHARLES'S POV The first thing that hit me was the smell. I jumped awake with a loud intake of breath, my voice rasping slightly from lack of use. I involuntarily coughed due to my throat being so dry and clogged along with the fact that the room smelt strongly of rotting flesh, as I attempted to take in my surroundings with a throbbing leg and abdominal area. Why can't I move...? Blinking, the room I was in slowly stopped spinning; the blurriness that surrounded it gradually coming in and out of focus with every eye closure. Looking down, I was met with the sight of my body in the same clothes I had worn while visiting a suspected rogue den, but torn and bloody with a large stain on my stomach. I soon came to realise that the reason I couldn't move was because I was sat up on the wall with my arms chained to the wall with what must've been silver lined metal. Slowly rolling my head, I took in the environment I was in; the