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Chapter 8

LILIANA

The men go to work untying my hands and feet while shoving me this way and that without regard for the condition of my battered body.

As for my face, I am certain that if I accidentally stepped into the set for “The Nun”, I would get the lead role without even trying. A soothsayer didn't need to tell me how sunken my eyeballs had become and how disgusting I looked.

From pauper to palace and now to prison. A sudden fall from a place of position.

“Move!”

I'm shoved from behind and that is when I notice my hand and feet have been released. The door opens.

When I rise to my feet I nearly teeter and fall back, save for the hand that gives me a gentle nudge forward.

I grit my teeth but bite back my disgust.

In silence, I'm guided out of the dingy cell into a dark and grim corridor. I keep my gaze fixed on the dirty floor.

The tranquility is broken all of a sudden as labored grunts pierce the air. I look up to see a huge man, twice the size of his handlers, being for