Locked up.

Anastasia's POV.

“What? Why…what's going on?” I snivelled but my words landed on deaf ears.

I was dragged down the hallway, my legs hitting the debris on the way. They didn't even let me stand upright.

They dragged me around a corner into a dark corridor.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked, panic slowly filling up my heart.

I got no response as they continued to drag me down the dimly lit narrow corridor. Soon, they stopped but didn't let go of me.

I heard the sound of locks and creaking of doors before I swung around.

My ass landed on the hard ground with a thud and I groaned in pain. I sat up on the floor, wiping my sweaty face before looking around at where I had been tossed in.

It was a small room; very dark and smelly. There was nothing but an old dirty jug in a corner of the room.

I heard the door creaking again and I immediately crawled towards the guards.

“Wait!” I wailed, kneeling before them and using my hands to hold the door. “What have I done? Why am I here?” I asked urge