Freira could not pinpoint which one is causing her more pain**** memory she was trying to alter or the constrictions she has on her mouth, arms and legs. The past is already a sore topic to think of, more so when she tried to imagine things going on differently. Her wishful thinking would only hurt her more. But now, as consciousness is taking over her, the same with awareness, she feels that her current situation is much more pressing than her imagination.
Settled in the middle of the room with a chair she is sitting on and a bright light on top of her head, there’s no escaping those who are watching her intently. The place was of the same kind as that of where Scarlet and Zoren suffered at the hands of Eugene*******, constricting, and suffocating. Her mind was able to process that she
