Emma.
My limbs felt as heavy as stone as they wrestled me down on the creaking bed. I was losing my strength.
First from the poison and then shock and I was famished. Their hands clamped around my arms and legs tightly and no matter how much I twisted and squirmed, it wasn’t enough.
I began to scream with what was left of my hoarse voice but the men seemed amused by my panic.
“Hold her still,” one of them growled.
I watched in horror as another pulled out a thick rope and his rough hands began to knot it quickly. My heart sank as he began binding my wrists to the wooden headboard.
“You can’t do this!” I sobbed, my voice cracking with desperation. “Please, let me go!”
“You’ll calm down eventually. They always do.”
When my wrists were secured, one of them leaned down so c
