She woke from her unconscious state feeling suffocated. She abruptly woke up with a start and realized that her face and veil was drenched in cold water. Her first instinct was to beat up whoever made a joke out of her but she soon realized that her hands were bound together by a rope which was tied to the bed post.
She tried to calm her beating heart in order to think straight but her heart was not cooperating. Furthermore she felt as if her head was placed in a huge bell where it acted as a gong for the sort of migraine she had was one of the most severe that she’s had to date.
“Wakey, wakey darling, it’s time for breakfast,” said a voice that she thought was familiar to her.
She took in a deep breath and opened her eyes. Muntaha’s breath hitched the moment his brown pool collided with the sky blue cat-like sharp eyes.
