LOVE ACROSS THE DIVIDE: 033

My fucking head was pounding like someone had decided to hit Thor’s hammer on me.

As I slowly opened my eyes, my surroundings came into focus.

At first, I couldn't make out much, just darkness enveloping me like a suffocating blanket. I tried to move, but my limbs were weak and heavy, as if I had been asleep for days. The cold, damp air in the room sent shivers down my spine.

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I began to notice the details of my surroundings. The walls were made of rough, cold stone, and the floor was damp and uneven. I was lying on a thin, dirty mattress that offered little comfort. The room was small and cramped, and the only source of light was a tiny barred window high above my head.

And that was when it struck me.

I was lying in the dungeon.

Holy Fucking shit!

The realization struck me like a punch to the gut. I felt betrayed, humiliated, and utterly furious.

How could my own father do this to me? It was one thing to disagree with my relationship with Blake,