Elka's Pov
"Pick her up. We're leaving in a few minutes."
I've lost track of time. I can't tell if its early evening or morning since there's no window in this room. I can only rely on my hearing ability to determine the condition outside. But even that's a difficult task. Fortunately, they've removed the cuffs around my hands, leaving an ugly purple bruise.
I'm exhausted. I've never felt so distance from my body than I am right now. So much to the point I fail to realize I'm being hoisted up from the ground and dragged out of that wretched room. I hear murmurs dancing alongside snickers in the air, the ugly stench of tobacco filling my nostrils.
The ground beneath feels lull, devoid of texture and the firmness it should hold. Maybe it's because I can't feel my feet and arms at all.
