Twelve

ALANA’S POV.

I tried to open my eyes but can’t as my head reeled badly, my body sore from the everyday run and hunt for food.

Ahhhhh!.

I heard a loud scream, a scream so painful and deafening to the ear. I brought my right palm closer to my forehead to feel my temperature and paused, my hand hurting and hanging midway. I felt something strapped around my right wrist and try to wave it off with my left to find out it was the same too.

I quickly tore my eyes apart and gasped, the sight in front of me, sending shivers through my spine. The whole place was dark, so dark that the only lights visible was that emanating from the fires sitting in the sticks on the wall.

I looked around to figure out where I was since I could remember vividly passing out in the woods.

But this wasn’t the woods. It was like I had teleported somewhere else or maybe to the past where slavery was so rampant or maybe this was a bad dream I was stuck in.

I heard the loud screech again, this time I was able to ma