Chapter # 37

The medic soon arrived in the cellar, patching up her injury. Zubie refrained from flinching as she was frightened of her new dark and gloomy surroundings. One of the men was unmoving in the corner although, she could still feel his occasional stares her way.

"My lord, I patched the wound; shall I take my leave?"

"Sure." The man's footsteps echoed through the cellar when he stepped towards her. Begrudgingly, Zubie glanced at the man; he had a passive look on his face. "Let's go; it's time to take you out of here..." he untied her rope holding her to the chair. He stepped ahead, motioning for her to follow him. And she did.

The pair walked out of murky cellars to where the atmosphere was less gloomy. After a few moments of walking in the hallways, Zubie assumed they reached their destination as the man stopped. "Go on..." he pointed towards a door. Zubie was sure she did not want to follow his command so she did not.