Liyah's POV
The binds on my wrists pierced deeper into my skin as I struggled to sit up, pushing my back harder against the wall. I readied myself for what was in store for me, scared for myself but still not regretting helping that little boy.
In the place of my captor, I saw a beautiful woman walk in. Trying to look through my blurred vision, I recognized her as the woman from the day before, Elyan trailing behind her.
"Get up," She ordered as she got to where I stood. I obeyed. The last thing I wanted was another round of punishment.
My ears burned as she looked me over. For some reason I felt so small and comfortable standing next to her intimidating form. A few moments later she motioned Elyan to release the binds, and I gasped from the combination on pain and relief when they fel
