Just a Slave Still
Freya's Point of View
The floor was coming up fast.
She had no time to think about it and no way to stop it. The heels had taken every bit of her balance away the moment the push landed between her shoulder blades, and now she was falling forward through the open doorway with nothing to grab onto and nothing to break it.
She closed her eyes and braced.
The impact she was waiting for never arrived.
Instead, two hands caught her shoulders from the front, firm and certain, and she fell into something solid rather than the floor. She stayed there for a moment, not fully processing what had happened, her heart running ahead of her thoughts at a pace she could not immediately bring down.
She was not on the floor.
She opened one eye carefully.
The first thing she regis
