Sophie was sitting on the chair with her hands tied at the back, and her feet were tied together and were bleeding. Her hair was messed up and came all over her face. She was unconscious with her head down. Draven was standing in front of her and his fighters beside him. They were in a dark room like before they captured Sophie. There was a window of the square above at the end of the wall. That was the only place from where the light was coming into the room.
"Wake her up," Draven said.
Both the men lifted a bucket and threw it onto her, it was hot water. They both threw the basket away.
"Ah...." Sophie screamed. "You bastard I was awake you could have shaken me up,"
"I knew you were awake, I saw you, moving your eyes," Draven said.
"Wait, I think this has happened," Sophie said. "Am I having a Deja-vu?"
"So, are you remembering things now?" Draven asked.
Sophie with a shock looked at him, lifting her head.
