Chapter 9 Unknown Kidnapping

• Elara POV
• "Oh, you poor child,” Marga murmured, her voice soft and heavy with age. She dipped a cloth into the basin. “They are barbarians, these young ones. Don’t worry, child. Let Marga clean you up.” As usual she came to tend to my wounds.
• ​I remained silent, head bowed just enough to hide my face from her direct view, but my eyes remained glued to her movements. Trust was a luxury I hadn't afforded anyone since my pack was butchered. I trusted the chill of the chains more than the soft touch of this woman. My hands, still shaking from the encounter with the chainsaw, lay rigid in my lap.