Just what the hell was wrong with these people anyway?
Abigail struggled as two maids dragged her down the corridor. It had been almost five minutes since they had started walking. Abigail felt like she was on the brink of collapsing.
“Please, can’t we slow down? My knees hurt,” she whimpered.
The maids didn’t slacken their pace. If anything, Abigail almost thought that they had started pulling her even more roughly than before. Pain shot up her leg as she hobbled to try and keep up with them. Her ankle hurt like hell and there was no telling if she would even get proper treatment in this damned place.
As they hurried along, Abigail briefly looked around at her surroundings trying to find a way to escape. The tiled walls were beautifully decorated with gold and silver etching which con
