Once anew, Arabella awoke to a cold splash of water dumped right onto her face as well as the contorted features of the old hag that promised to make her life more miserable than it already was.
"I told you to ponder your circumstances, not to take a nap, you stupid whore!" she screeched before tossing the whole bucket at Arabella's head.
Emeric and limbo were no more. Indeed, the room around her was no longer bathed in pitch blackness as all the torches hanging from the four walls making that space had been ignited.
No decorations hung on those rough stone bricks and tiles. Instead, there were… Tools.
"On your feet right this second! And keep those filthy hands in idle position!"
Despite her shaky knees, the young woman immediately sprang into action, lest a slower response would further aggravate her tormentor.
