C56 Freya's POV; The plot

~Freya~

The strong scent of vodka immersed my senses as I squinted my eyes open. Trying to get up, I realized my feet and hands were tied.

I was in a dimly lit room with poor ventilation.

"Baby," I muttered weakly, realizing the condition was poor. I was concerned about the health of my pup and hoped I didn't loose it on the way