I was moved to another room by the maid. My body was tied to a high-backed chair, and my face was covered with a black cloth. All I could see was the floor under the black cloth.
"Where is the woman I want?" His hoarse voice carried a trace of terror, as if he had been strangled by someone.
My body tightened instantly. The sound reminded me of fear. It's impossible, it's impossible. I have left that place. I can't meet them again.
My body began to tremble uncontrollably, my bound hands writhing unwittingly, the twine scraping bright red marks on my wrists.
In my trembling, the speaker approached me step by step, and I could only see the shape of his shoes through the gaps in the black cloth.
"Here she is, look at her," said the Lord in a slightly obsequious voice.
The black cloth cov
