WARNING: This chapter contains mature sexual content and scenes that are not suitable for young readers.
THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW
"Prosnut'sya!"
("Wake up!")
Aello snapped awake when icy water crashed over her, gasping as she lifted her head to glare at the man holding an empty bucket. Her eyes were heavy, half-shut against the harsh light pouring through her cell door.
"Tsk! Eto bol'she pokhozhe na tebya, gryaznaya zhenshchina."
("Tsk! That's more like it, you filthy woman.")
The guard-Olga, as she'd come to know him-stepped forward with a thick chain, fastening it around her neck. The metal bit into her skin and she flinched when he yanked the end hard, his words slurring in her dizzy ears. Her hands were bound tight behind her back, ankles shackled too-but a longer link let her walk in shuffling, uneven steps.
He pulled her out of the cell by the chain, the weight of it dragging her forward like a beast on a lead.
