Diana's hands trembled as she meticulously worked on the rope that bound her wrists. She knew that time was running out, but her determination refused to waver. With each passing moment, her strength dwindled, but she pushed through the fatigue, refusing to succumb to despair.
In the small, dimly lit room, a meager meal was delivered to her once every twelve hours. It provided her with some sustenance, just enough to keep her from becoming completely weakened. She savored every bite, knowing that it was essential to maintain her physical and mental fortitude.
She knew that Marcus would be so worried , so she kept her calm and worked furiously at the rope binding her. She kept running it at the corners of the edge of the window hoping to thin it out. Her strength was almost gone but she refused to give up.
