Bab 258: Life as a Prisoner

Within a cabin on the outskirts of a forest, the sun shone down upon the wooden floor boards, reflecting a bright light throughout the room. A woman who was dressed in ragged clothes held a mop in her hands, rhythmically moving it to and fro.

Her brown hair which looked as if it had not been washed in months cascaded over her face, hiding her bruised and swollen face. Her eyes were a deep green which seemed to burn with an undying hatred.

She heard the sound of a door opening, causing her to quickly fall to her knees in response. The sound of muddy footsteps walking over the wooden floor boards got louder as she was approached.

"Oops. Looks like I've given you some more work to do wench." A deep voice sounded from above her, yet she did not look up at his face. She clenched her fist in anger, her nails drawing blood from her palm from the pressure.