<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;"><span style="color: #FF8000">"I am your nightmare, Freya. I am the one who has the means to kill you. And I will do so, if you don't start to work together with us.“</span> <br/><br/>Freya shook her head frantically to the negative. She wanted to remember, she really did. But she couldn't. She could not believe the lies coming from the woman's mouth and she could not understand why these people were being so cruel to her. She tried her best to stop her crying, but the pain the man inflicted upon her was quite fierce and she had never felt such a thing before. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Remember me now, Princess?"</span> She glared at the man through tear red eyes, <span style="color: #80BF00">"I do not have sex slaves and I do not know you!"</span> her voice was shaky, threatening to crack. A sharp pain went through her head and she let out another cry, all of her muscles tensing and pulling against the restraints. It felt like someone had taken a knife and shoved it into the back of her skull. <span style="color: #80BF00">"Stop! Stop! Stop!"</span> she begged to no one in particular. She didn't know what was happening, but she knew that she wanted it to end. The pain faded some an her body relaxed all at once, a sheen of sweat coated her and her breathing was heavy. She closed her eyes, tears still dripping down her face. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"Someone will pay..."</span> she said, her voice low and raspy. She did not open her eyes, and her breath still came out in heavy huffs. She was still trying to process everything that was happening, still grasping at her memories--silently pleading for them to come back. When she finally opened her eyes, she could see two women laying on the ground on a pile of blankets and pillows. She worried then, if they had done the same things to those girls that they were doing to her. Concern filtered through her, but she turned away in effort to get that terrible thought out of her mind. <br/><br/>She stared up at the ceiling above her, feeling hopeless. All she had wanted was to go hunting and now she was being experimented and tortured by some people she could not recognize--and Gleywine was sitting back having the time of his life. She didn't blame him though, she would have done the same thing if she were him.</div>