The air was thick with tension as Amara, bound and blindfolded, was dragged through the cold, dimly lit corridor. Her heart pounded in her chest, fear for herself and the unborn child growing with every step.
She regained consciousness in the carriage and tried to escape, but when she realized that they could harm her body, she immediately changed her demeanor and obediently followed their orders.
She had been taken without warning, her freedom stolen, and now she was at the mercy of those who had captured her. Every whisper and every footstep echoed ominously around her, heightening her dread.
Eventually, the footsteps stopped, and Amara heard the creak of a heavy door opening. She was roughly shoved forward, stumbling into the room.
"Ugh…no…" Amara whispered to herself, clutching her stomach.
