Chapter 75
Amber woke up to a searing headache, she thought she'd pass right out once again. Her eyes were no longer covered this time, that's why she could now clearly see the situation she was in. Her wrists were bound together, the thick rope tight around her skin.
Woods, stones, leaves, fabric. These materials helped her realize that right now, she was being held inside a small hut. There was barely any room for her to occupy to begin with. The hut looked like it was built for stocking purposes.
She was seeing lots of herbs, mushrooms, and firewood everywhere. That must explain the weird and distinct smell around here. Amber closed her eyes, and faked sleep when she heard footsteps, approaching this hut. Two voices—both men.
