The room was pitch dark and reeked of cocaine and alcohol. There was neither a bulb nor ventilation in the sight either that or all of them were purposely kept hidden and shielded to add a pinch of exhilaration in the environment—and it worked perfectly fine for Yodhya could feel her mouth drying up at the pitch blackness. Only a small wooden door could be seen from where she sat. It looked old and rusty and creaked every time someone passed through it vibrating the whole of the pedestal.
The wicked man had kept her blinded folded all the way until he had brought her and threw her to somewhere cold rather harshly which had given her a painful strain. If that wasn’t enough, she could feel moisture around the area which trickled its way down the floor. It could have been blood or any ot
