Liya's POV
A blinding headache slicing through my skull roused me out of my slumber. I let out a whimper, my hand coming up to clutch my head. But the pain in my wrist was equally as excruciating. My eyes were still not open thanks to the terrible headache, and I clutched at the space beneath me to steady myself, only for my fingers to graze a wooden object that felt like a bed frame.
I was laying on a soft mattress. How?! My head throbbed as I tried to recall what had happened in the last few hours before I fell unconscious. When I recalled Tiffany and the two men who had tried to assault me, my body jerked up on reflex.
"Don't touch me!" I yelled out, flailing my arms as I finally opened my eyes.
"Liya! You're safe, you're safe…relax."
A pair of strong arms wrapped around me gently
