Freya’s pov
I struggled with my ropes that were holding me back as I needed to get out of here. I fought but it was basically useless. I needed to get out of this mess.
Almost immediately, the lock before me rattled before I looked up to see two guards opening my cell and walking in.
They looked like men who had been broken and rebuilt out of scars. Their faces were hard and swollen, noses bent from old breaks. They didn’t speak. They didn’t need to. They just reached for me.
“Don’t touch me! Let me go!” I screamed. “Let me go!”
One of them grunted. “She’s small. Thought she’d weigh more.”
“Doesn’t matter,” the other muttered. “Orders are orders.”
Then another man came in behind them.
He was small and has a cruel smile.
“Hey,” he laughed. “We don’t need all this noise.”
He wa
