Rebecca's POV
The shove from the sharpened end of a shaft sent me moving forward.
My hands were tied at the back and I almost stumbled over my other leg.
As they pulled me across the uneven cobblestone, the coarse metal biting into my wrists, I felt the pain of every jagged stone and the weight of the judgmental eyes upon me. My breath came in ragged gasps, and my torn dress clung to me like a shroud of humiliation. The soldiers showed no mercy, their iron grips unyielding, dragging me closer to the heart of Central Square. Each brutal tug of the chain felt like a cruel reminder of my fate.It was hard to believe I was actually back home or that I even knew this place, Clovera, seemed like a distant place. My heart pounded with fear, knowing the horrors that awaited us both in that dre
