The metallic smell of the blood, that was oozing down onto Aeinshia's neck was making her dizzy. At first, she wasn't able to catch the scent, but suddenly her nose seemed to multiplying the smell by a hundred.
She shook her head slightly as the smell was overwhelming her. She felt like passing out on the spit, but she couldn't. She couldn't risk herself by passing out here. She had a task to accomplish. She had to get out of these bastards' hands.
She had to save herself from these people and then, she would happily pass out. She was figuring out a way to get out from under the big man, who was now resting on top her, lifeless.
Now that she remember, she began to wonder about the forces they initially planned to aide for her safety. Yes, she isn't a fool to walk directly into the fires pit with only three people to protect her, knowing very well that they were people waiting to attack her.
