<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF40FF">Freya Seree Acantha</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #BF40FF">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/>When Geek had left the room, Freya started to feel afraid. He came back soon enough with that woman she dislike and had a syringe. She looked from the syringe to Geek, back to the syringe. He was going to let that woman drug her with something?! Geek pulled her head to look at him and she was filled with pure panic as he kissed her forehead. She didn't want to be drugged. She wasn't some slave! Only slaves were drugged!<br/><span style="color: #FFBF00"><span style="font-style: italic"><br/>"We will give you something allowing you to sleep and it will take the pains away. You will sleep for some hours, but I stay with you in case you wake up, ok? I won't leave you alone, Freya..." </span></span>Geek said, trying to sooth her. She shook her head frantically and tried to get away, unable to move as Geek held her face in his hands and Tammy had a firm grip on her arm.<span style="color: #BF80FF">"No, no. Please, no. No!" </span>Freya had begun to cry as she felt the needle prick. One of her biggest fears was being drugged. She hadn't been drugged with anything since her hunting accident and for good reason. The only time people were drugged was for extensive surgery and if they were slaves. Neither idea settled with her.<br/><br/>But the moment the drug was in her system, she began to feel heavy. Her cries turned into quiet whimpers. She had eased herself into a laying position, exhaustion settling into her. She couldn't hold her eyes open as small droplets of tears continued their journey down her cheeks. She gave one last discontent sigh, and then she was asleep.