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Freya's POV:

My eyes fluttered open at the same time my head started to pound all thanks to the fact that I had cried myself to sleep last night. I still had my prom dress on, and I had managed to cover my boobs well although the corset was still loose since no one helped me with that.

The room I was in was really dark with only one source of light, which was the window. I knew that my hair was definitely a nest on my head, but that was the least of my worries.

I was too weak to stand up, so I just laid down there and stared at my dainty hand that had become dirty from the dusty floor, with only a few interruptions from my grumbling stomach.

There was no strength in me, so when the door opened for the first time ever since I got here, I didn't move my head to check who it was and just let the tears flow.

The stranger's shadow loomed over my curled up body for a second before he squatted in front of me. My brown hair stayed as a curtain in front of my face, but I still managed to stare at the green eyes of my captor.

He used two fingers to push my hair out of the way, making me recoil.

“What do you think about her?” He turned and asked the stranger that I'd never seen.

I didn't bother trying to beg the man to help me because it was obvious that they were in it together, so I just focused on trying to sit up just so that I could get away from them a bit.

A pungent smell hit me before I could even lift my body and the source soon became known when the other stranger spoke out.

“They'll like her,” he said with his stinky breath before he started to probe my body, including my breast.

I felt my skin crawl with every trail of dirt that was left behind by the stranger's unkempt fingers and almost puked.

“So you'll take her?”

The green-eyed man's question suddenly made me realise what they were talking about and that made my breath grow erratic.

I weakly raised my head up with tears as I tried to process what was happening and said, “I thought you said you were only going to keep me until my father pays off.”

My captor let out a sigh then rubbed the crease on his forehead as if he genuinely had empathy for me.

“He told us to recover the money by selling you.”

My heart dropped. There was a part of me that was so unfazed but still hurt by the betrayal. I gulped and tried to calm my shaky body down.

“Well, let's wrap this up,” the smelly stranger interrupted the silent moment and effortlessly lifted me up.

Panic set into my chest and I struggled against him but didn't scream for help because I knew that there was going to be no one coming to my rescue any time soon.

I glanced at the green-eyed stranger and pleaded with my eyes, but he just walked away without looking back.

I wasn't supposed to feel any betrayal because I didn't know him, but it was still there since I had trusted that he would only keep me locked up.

“Please let me go,” I pleaded with the man who was tying me up in chains as I thrashed just to make it harder for him.

My plea fell on deaf ears as he continued to tighten the bondage to the extent I started to cry due to the physical pain.

Everything was so overwhelming for me that I couldn't pinpoint the particular feeling that was flowing in my body. It felt like my brain was taking its sweet time to catch up with what was happening.

“You're going to be perfect for Baron William,” the stranger muttered as he dragged me out of the storage room that I had been locked in.

Baron? We were in the 20th century, so that made no sense except that these people were weird, so it shouldn't be a surprise.

The house itself was a mansion that was filled with different people that gave a strange aura. None of them even spared us a glance, as if this was the most natural occurrence.

Horror soon made my body go cold when I heard a loud slap coming from my right. When I turned, it was a woman hitting a child who was barely a child.

A gasp left my lips and that made the dirty stranger tug on my chain as he dragged me outside where the cold air bit into my exposed neck.

“You have no sickness, right?” The dirty stranger who looked as if he was a meal away from death with his bald head asked me at the same time that a carriage pulled over.

“I- I don't.”

I had wanted to say the truth but didn't want to risk being hit by the man, the same girl that little girl was, although I wasn't sure if he could figure that out.

He opened the door before he turned around to assess me, then moved closer to me. The mere fact that he was breathing was enough to make me want to gag, but I just staggered a bit instead.

“I can smell it in your blood,” he whispered into my ears, and my body went rigid.

What did he mean by that? I felt my heart start to overwork itself the same way my brain did, but we didn't have time to do that before everywhere started to seem blurry.

The smelly stranger stepped away with a smirk and said, “You'll feel better when we get there but for now,I have to put you to sleep.”

It was at that moment I realised the syringe in his hand and a sudden sharp pain shot from the side of my stomach.

I wanted to beg him to give me an antidote or something but my brain was too fuzzy for me to even let out a word. Within minutes, I heard my head hit the ground followed by a string of cuss before I got put to sleep completely by the stranger's mouth odour.