Chapter forty-one

A splash of cold water was all it took for Alesha to wake up. She gasped and her eyelashes fluttered before she looked around to observe her surroundings.

The rattling of the chains bound to her reechoed in her eardrums. She was lost and, aside from that, she did not recognize where she was. She could almost hear her heartbeat pick up pace as it pounded hard against her ribcage like it was trying to escape its prison in her chest. She reeked of sweat and blood and her hair was damp with her sweat.

Now, she could see them…her kidnappers, and they all had menacing looks on their faces like they weren’t there to play. They meant serious business and she knew that if she offended them, she might not be left off that easy.

She quickly stared at her legs, as the thought of what had happened previously, clouded her mind. Surprisingly, her legs were perfectly fine. There were no bruises, nothing.

“What sorcery is this?” she questioned her insanity In doubt as she was sure that just some fe