"You owe me, Lyra."
Haelyn's voice echoed off the cold stone walls as she stepped forward, her shadow stretching long across the dimly lit chamber.
Lyra, bound in silver chains, lifted her head weakly. Her once-pristine hair was tangled, her eyes hollow from weeks….months…..of captivity. But still, she had the audacity to smirk.
"Owe you?" Lyra scoffed, shifting slightly against her restraints. "I don't owe you shit."
Haelyn tilted her head, a slow, amused smile curving her lips.
"You're still as bold as ever, aren't you?"
With a flick of her wrist….
CRACK!
Lyra's body slammed into the stone wall. She let out a strangled gasp, her spine arching from the impact before she crumpled to the ground in a heap.
Haelyn sighed, stepping closer, her heels clicking softly against the floor.
"You act like you have a choice in this."
Lyra coughed, pushing herself up on shaky arms. "You think…" she spat blood onto the floor, her glare unfaltering, "....that you can break me?"
