บท 163: Inspired by the Eyes

Eirik awoke slowly, his vision blurred, and his body felt heavy and weak, as if his limbs had been weighed down by an unseen force.

His head throbbed painfully, and the last thing he remembered was Sadiki's face, the look in his eyes right before everything went black.

Now, he was lying on a soft bed, his body strangely positioned, and as his vision cleared, panic surged through him.

He was tied up. His wrists were bound to the headboard, his ankles strapped tightly to the bedposts.

The ropes bit into his skin, raw and unforgiving, leaving him no room for movement.

The room was unfamiliar, but one thing was certain, it was overwhelming in its intensity.

Everything was purple. The walls, the curtains, even the bedspread underneath him, all shades of deep violet, lavender, and lilac.