Bound Hearts: My Vows to My Disabled Spouse

Chapter 113 Imprisoned

Elyse couldn't tell how long she had been unconscious. When she regained consciousness, she found herself confined in a dark room, likely a basement given the absence of any natural light. Trying to suppress her rising panic and sense of helplessnes Free moved her limbs to alleviate the stiffness. Thankfully, she hadn't been restrained.

She kicked around, hoping to make contact with something useful, but to no avail-she was alone. Her mind raced as she pondered Joanna's reasons for kidnapping her.

All she hoped for now was that Joanna would at least provide some food and water. Her throat was parched.

In the pitch black, Elyse lost all track of time. She eventually drifted off to sleep but was abruptly awakened by approaching footsteps.

Joanna entered, carrying a glass of sugar water. Upon seeing her looking listless on the floor, she snorted disdainfully and kicked her.

"Still alive?" Joanna asked coldly.

Struggling, Elyse managed to open her eyes and met Joanna's mocking gaze. "As you can tell, I'm

still alive," she responded, her voice hoarse as she licked her dry lips.

Joanna scrutinized Elyse's weakened face and sneered, "A mere 24 hours without food and

you've become this feeble. Gee!"

a brief pause, she mocked, "Should I be preparing a

later?"

the charity banquet, had barely eaten a

engage in verbal sparring with

concern.

silence, Joanna forcefully pulled her up and held the sugar water to her lips. Revitalized by the liquid, Elyse drank it

single drop.

"I have a secret to share-I'll be Jayden's woman tonight. We'll have shared the

but

is your fault. If you had complied willingly, I wouldn't have had to return to the Fosters. Now, you'll experience their cruel methods firsthand." Elyse shot her a frosty glare. "Your family members are depraved. How is their behavior my concern? Two women for one man? It's laughable that your family condones such things." Joanna laughed heartily

the Foster family, she loathed her

to the floor, Joanna felt a rush of satisfaction, believing she had released her pent-up anger. "Whenever the Foster family patriarch gets angry, he whips others. I never understood why until now. It turns out venting

teeth from the pain burning across her cheeks, C responded

one will know, even if I kill you," Joanna retorted

her clothes, and subdued

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