Chapter 2. Heaven and Hell

Freya POV

I could hear voices.

Hostile Voices.

Voices that seemed to be laced with dread.

My eyes fluttered open, and a groan escaped my lips when pain sliced through my head like a knife.

The horrendous and putrid smell assaulted my nostrils, and the screams and curses from tiny and sharp-edged voices caused me to jerk back to reality.

Swiveling my gaze around the entire place, I tried so hard to wrap my head around what the hell was going on and, most importantly, what I was doing there.

Women with disheveled hair and specks of dust on their faces filled without enthusiasm. My drowsy eyes flickered to their hands, and that was the moment my heart pounded in my chest, and I snapped out of my drowsiness.

My eyes widened, almost bulging out of their sockets in shock, when I noticed that their wrists were bound as well as their legs, and to worsen it, I was in the same situation as them.

Dread settled at the pit of my stomac