ZINA
The moment the two of them pressed their rods on her naked body angrily, Zina howled like a wolf being bled out slowly over a simmering fireplace and then next thing she blacked out.
It was a strange sensation. She could feel it that she hadn't exactly fainted—no she was very much conscious. And yet all she could see was darkness.
After some time, she began to feed her body and her eyes began to open, but she was not in the same dark place where she was tied to burning silver and strapped naked. She was in a room that was hauntingly familiar, and it was lit up by the sun that seared her eyes, threatening to blind her.
She blinked, and blinked again. Where was she? What was happening? Her confusion didn't last long when the face of her foster mother bearing a scowl came into view.
"Stand up! Why are you sleeping by this time!" She scowled, hitting Zina on the legs with her staff that laid just by her bedside.
