Chapter 13

The clinic, a large one-storeyed building stood in the middle of nowhere. It looked like it had just been built not quite long ago. Say, two or three years.

It was gated with a tall wall running around it. Arayah wondered why these people used horses when they could afford the costs that came with building something as monstrous as this building. The men stopped before the gates and climbed down. Arayah was thirsty, so she tapped the man who had asked if she needed water several minutes ago and asked for water without talking.

The man understood and bent to get water from inside the cart, opening the cork and fixing the brim of the container into her mouth.

Arayah gulped. She was parched. In no time, the bottle was removed from her mouth with force and she was pulled out of the cart violently. It was no body other than Pol, the man she despised.

She didn't struggle in his hold. She just let him drop her to the ground.

Arayah's feet were clad i