Amaya's POV.
I didn't know how long I had been out, but the moment I ope ned my eyes, I glimpsed two guards coming into the filthy cell I was kept in. The smell almost made me throw up, but I was hardly given the chance to speak due to how the guards jacked me the moment they got to me.
I wanted to fight them, but my legs hurt and my head still banged from the
tantrum that occurred I didn't know how long ago.
“Where are you taking me to?" My voice was raspy and it didn't come out more than a whisper. I was sure the guards didn't hear and of course, they wouldn't like to pay attention because, to them, I meant nothing.
It took ages for them to get me to where they were taking me to. Halfway through, something clicked and I remember I had a kid_ no kids. Oh no, how the f**k did I even
