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
