<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;">The two pilots had left, replaced by the medic. Freya didn't very much like her, unhappy with what the woman had done to her. She refused to look at her, drawing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them--as if to protect herself from the outside world. She was very angry about a lot of things. She was angry at her doctors for implementing whatever devices they had, angry that Gleywine had betrayed her, regardless of how predictable it was, angry at herself for being so stupid to begin with. She just couldn't understand how she came in contact with these people. It didn't seem like something she would do, at least not to herself--but everyone kept telling her what she was like, what she had done. <br/><br/>She knew she had been a rather selfish bitch, but she couldn't recall whatever sex slaves they were accusing her of having. She was abusive, she knew that. She had never been quite gentle with folks, but she had never taken it to the levels these people had. She just knew how to get her way and her mother had always demanded she give no mercy to those who disobeyed her. Her mother was a far crueler woman than she could ever be--even she viewed her mother as pure evil. Her father was stern and demanding, but he loved Freya more than anything in the world. Most of his anger stemmed from Freya being hurt in any sort of way--whether it be physically or emotionally. She was, as he always said in private, his little baby doll. Her mother, however, hated her guts. Freya was certain that if her mother could, she would kill her. <br/><br/>Freya laid her head on her knees, her eyes filled with a sadness that she very rarely acknowledged. She just wanted to go home to be in the warm embrace of her father. She swore to herself she would always listen to him from then on out.</div>