Chapter Seven
Sigrid crouched naked on the flagstones. The darkness was absolute. She couldn’t see anything at all. She couldn’t hear anything either, except for the occasional drip of water from her still-damp hair onto the floor. She waited, trying to steel herself for whatever horrors her captors were going to inflict on her next. But time passed, and nothing happened. That only made things worse.
She hadn’t gotten much of a look at her new room when they’d dragged her in. Her wet hair had kept falling over her eyes. But they seemed to have dragged her quite a ways once they’d gone through the door. She reached up to comb her hair back with her fingers. She still couldn’t see anything, but she felt a little better. The chain around her neck was too short to let her kneel upright, so s
