Chapter Three Hundred-Thirty-Eight – Kidnapped?
Laurel slept in the carriage but for some reasons, she woke up in a locked wet room. Her eyes stayed on the dead cockroach smeared on the floor for a long time.
Her first instincts were to scream loudly but that wouldn't help anyone, would it? She couldn't even catch the scent of anything familiar around her.
These brought back memories of her time at the prison and if not that she could feel pain at the back of her head, she'd have assumed that she was dreaming of the place again. She forced her body to sit.
"Bebe? Zeldris?" The rest could take care of themselves.
There was no reply. Next, she left the ground, using the wet wall as a support. It didn't disgust her as much as she thought it would, her body probably adjusted to it.
