Fiona's pov
As the words were pronounced, they clung heavily in the air and silence pervaded the room with only the slight snores of Liora being heard.
I could feel my heart thudding in its encase, the blood rushing in my ears as I made eye contact with the guards. I raised my hand, fingers clutching at my throat while Celia still stood before me, her body shielding me protectively.
What do we do, Fiona? Iris panicked, we are doomed for sure this time.
I couldn't even think, my thoughts were a blur with only anxiety coursing through me as the men waited for us to comply. We could hear the rustling of clothes and noise through the walls as the other guards searched other women.
"We are waiting, ladies." One of the men spoke as he lifted his leg, stepping into the room. "We have others
