As the first light of dawn crept into the room, Ravena lay on Sylas's bed, her body trembling with the aftermath of the brutal assault she had endured. Her eyes, once filled with determination, now gazed emptily into the void, tears silently trailing down her cheeks as she lay in a state of numbed shock.

"Phew! That was quite the exhilarating night, my dear Ravena," Sylas chuckled darkly, his voice filled with sadistic amusement as he surveyed the aftermath of his depravity. With a cruel grip, he grasped her jaw, forcing her to meet his gaze, his eyes gleaming with wicked satisfaction.

"We'll have to continue this little game later, won't we, Ravena-chan?" he taunted, his laughter echoing with malice as he reveled in her torment.

Trapped in a nightmare of pain and degradation, Ravena could only endure the torment inflicted upon her by Sylas, her spirit shattered and her hope extinguished in the darkness of the night.

As the sun reached its zenith, Ravena slowly began to regain consciousness, her mind foggy and her body wracked with pain. Confusion clouded her thoughts as she struggled to piece together the events of the night before, but as she shifted beneath the sheets, a sharp pang of agony shot through her.

With trembling hands, she lifted the covers, her heart sinking as she beheld the evidence of Sylas's heinous assault. Blood stained the sheets, a cruel reminder of the violation she had endured at his hands.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she lay there, the weight of her suffering pressing down upon her. In that moment of despair, a fierce determination ignited within her, burning bright amidst the darkness that threatened to consume her.

"Thorne, Darius, Lyra... and especially you, Sylas," she whispered through gritted teeth, her voice trembling with anger and resolve. "I swear on my life, I will make you all pay for the atrocities you have committed. Not just to me, but to the entire world!"

Summoning every ounce of strength she possessed, Ravena attempted to rise from the bed, only to be met with searing pain that immobilized her. Tears of frustration mingled with those of anguish as she cried out into the empty room, her voice echoing with a fierce determination.

"Sylas!" she screamed on her mind, and a vow of vengeance etched upon her soul.

As Ravena lay on Sylas's bed, her mind raced with thoughts of escape. She knew that attempting to leave through the front doors would be futile, as guards most likely be present. Instead, she focused on scouring Sylas's room for anything that could aid her in her desperate bid for freedom.

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Dragging herself across the room, Ravena methodically searched through drawers and cabinets until she stumbled upon Sylas's desk. There, amidst the clutter, she discovered a stash of bandages and medicine. With trembling hands, she administered first aid to herself, gritting her teeth against the pain as she patched up her wounds as best she could.

Once she had tended to her injuries, Ravena turned her attention to the windows. Recalling that Sylas's room overlooked the western wing of the castle, she cautiously approached the nearest window and peered outside. The ground lay far below, a daunting drop of at least 40 to 50 feet, rendering any attempt to jump out of the question, especially in her weakened state.

Undeterred, Ravena surveyed the room for an alternative escape route. Her gaze fell upon another window, through which she could see the slanted roof of the castle. Though it appeared precarious, Ravena recognized an opportunity. Drawing upon her skills as an assassin, honed through countless missions scaling tall buildings, she resolved to use the slanted roof as her means of escape. With a steely determination, she prepared herself for the perilous climb that lay ahead, knowing that her survival depended on her ability to navigate the treacherous terrain.

With the resolve to escape under the cover of darkness, Ravena surveyed the room once more, her eyes scanning every corner for a weapon or tool that could aid her in her flight to freedom. Behind Sylas's cabinet, she spotted a pile of broken glass, remnants of his destructive temper.

Carefully, she retrieved a shard of glass, mindful of its sharp edges as she handled it. In her haste, she accidentally nicked her own skin, a thin trickle of blood oozing from the wound. Grimacing, she quickly wrapped her hands with thick bandages, staunching the flow of blood and protecting herself from further injury.

With her makeshift weapon in hand and her hands securely bound, Ravena prepared herself for the dangerous journey that lay ahead. Every step she took brought her closer to freedom, but also closer to the unknown dangers that awaited her beyond the castle walls. Determined to reclaim her autonomy and seek justice for the atrocities committed against her, she steeled herself for the perilous escape that awaited her under the cloak of night.