<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Freya Seree Acantha</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Princess Freya</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/a2c6e264-3a65-4102-946a-ac7eb0b5209e_zpsd9b16921.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">When she saw the display the woman had put on for her with the explosives, the Princess did not know what to say or do. She stood very still as the woman explained to her that she would follow their orders or be blown into little bits. It was then the man guided her to another room and sat her in a chair. She put up no resistance. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Okay, Princess. As you seem to have forgotten how nice you treated us earlier, let's start it anew. My name is Tom and I am the commander of this group. Your name is Freya, that's all you told me so far. Will you answer my questions now or will you continue threatening to make us suffer incredibly?“</span> <br/><br/>Freya could definitely believe that she hadn't been very forthcoming and likely a downright bitch, but these people were insane. They placed an explosive inside of her?! Everything was very overwhelming and she put her face in her hands, sobbing out her answer, <span style="color: #80BF00">"W-wh-at d-d-do you w-want?“</span> <br/><br/>Whatever information they wanted, she would give it to them. She wasn't willing to die over whatever the hell they were after. She vowed silently, and rather childishly that she would never go hunting again. She didn't know what kind of information she could even provide them with. <br/><br/>She turned her head when a new woman peered into the door, <span style="color: #FF8000">"Hey, Tom...what's going on?"</span> The woman looked like she had just woken up. The princess realized it was the woman who had been laying on the pallet. She felt relief flood her as she realized that she was not a victim, but she became tense again. If the woman wasn't a victim, that meant she was with the group of people who were keeping her captive.</div>