Chapter Twelve

It was a cold night, one intensified by the cold floor. On having revived consciousness in the middle of a pitch dark room, Lady Eva painfully dragged her limp body about for a little distance in the empty cell to a side of the four walls of her prison. Reaching the desired corner, she sat up, feeling great pain in her abdominal muscles. Her back also hurt very hard, as though she had hit something very hard. She tried her best to recollect what had happened during the last few days, but not a clue could she get after she met the man in the balcony.

Calling out for a few moments to her husband and Oliver, she was finally convinced that she was not at home, but wherever her kidnapper had kept her. She felt extremely weak, cold, and exhausted. Feeling her arms and back she found several bruises, which hurt all the more as she touched them. Feeling the floor beyond her she was utterly shocked, that she had been lying on a thick liquid. A liquid so thick that she as soon recognized as a po