Zaya craned her neck to see where it had gone. All she saw was the flames throwing shadows against the brown walls. The four Lowaku returned with gleaming sharp knives held in their hands. They stood around her, their eyes shining bright yellow with their seductive power. Spices and herbs scented the air. The bodies on the carpets strewn on the floor writhed with a renewed energy as though affected by the eruption of the new scents.
Their moans increased filling the room – a cacophony of debauchery.
The Lowaku took hold of her arms and legs. The fear she had fought earlier erupted within her, sending tremors throughout her body. A scream swelled in her throat. Zaya felt like she was dreaming. This couldn’t be happening. And worse of all she didn’t understand why it was happening to he
