<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;">Freya felt someone slapping her face, a distant voice telling her to wake up. Her eyes fluttered open, wincing at the light around her. She groaned, trying to bring her hand up to her head only to find she was strapped down. <span style="color: #FF8000">"Come on, sweetheart, your beauty sleep is over. Huh, stop groaning..."</span> Just as Freya was going to give whoever was waking her a piece of her mind, something was shoved into her mouth to prevent her from speaking. The woman patted Freya's head, causing waves of pain to run through her. She yanked her head away, but did not get very far due to her restraints. She grunted through the gag, trying her best to relay her displeasure. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Now, now, someone is angry here. Princess, you shut up now, before I put you to sleep again. I thought you may like to know what your doctor's did to you. As I am pretty sure you don't approve of it all. Just lay here and watch. If you are nice, I will allow you to speak later. Comprende? Good."</span> At that, the princess paused, narrowing her eyes at the woman. Where the fuck was she anyway? The woman gathered the attention of those around her and began to explain the various procedures that had been done to the princess. Freya felt outraged at what she was learning, and she felt even more outraged that she was learning the information with a room full of strangers. How dare these people insinuate that she was a puppet. How did she even get here to begin with? <br/><br/>At the startling revelation that she could not remember what had happened the past day, she felt a bit of panic. What if the woman was telling the truth? She did not get much more time to contemplate it further as the woman put another picture up, <span style="color: #FF8000">"Compared to that this may actually be known by our sweetheart here. They have removed her uterus. Makes it easier to enjoy your sexslaves. And from the feel I got when I placed our present, I would say she frequents those often."</span> Freya's eyes widened in surprise. She did not frequent sexslaves! She began to thrash against her restraints, shaking her head in the negative. Somehow she managed to get the gag out of her mouth, <span style="color: #80BF00">"I do not have sex slaves!"</span> she roared out, pulling her arms against the restraints. Her wrists were getting cut up as she tried fruitlessly to get free. <span style="color: #80BF00">"Who are you people, anyway? The hell did I do to you? Gleywine! WHAT THE HELL!?"</span><br/><br/>The Princess was terribly confused. The last thing she could remember was leaving for her hunting trip. Things became faded after that and she furrowed her brows as she tried to remember all that had occurred. Had she done something to warrant this abuse? Probably, she wasn't exactly the greatest person, even she could admit that. She looked over to Gleywine--she knew he hated her, it was why she always called him Greywine. But to allow these people to touch her in such ways? Restrain her? It was betrayal. The hunter she trusted most--pfft. What a waste. She would have to figure out what to do--and she desperately needed to remember what happened.</div>