My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 458

Sandra's eyes darted around in terror. The room had no windows, and the damp walls were covered in moss. There wasn't even a whisper of a breeze; it felt like a sealed tomb.

"Hey! Is anyone there? Where the hell am I?"

"Owen! Where are you?"

"Quennel, what is this? You promised you'd take me to Mixa! Why did you bring me here?"

"You broke your promise! What do you want? Let me go!"

But no matter how hoarsely she screamed, only silence answered.

Furious, Sandra scrambled to her feet and lurched toward the tightly shut iron door. After just two steps, she heard the clinking drag of a chain behind her. Looking down, she saw that a shackle had been locked around her ankle.

"What the—"

Looking at the chain, as thick as her arm and covered in rust.

A knot of dread tightened in her stomach, and a wave of foreboding washed over her.

She swallowed hard, hesitated for a few seconds, then continued toward the door.

When she was about six feet from the door, she was yanked to a halt. The length of the chain restricted her movement.

"Damn it, what is this place?"

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