The liquid substance:

Elena:

I was dragged to a room where few maids were waiting, clutching scissors and a razor. Groaning out loud as I struggled to keep up with the guards relentless pace before we reached the room. One of the maids was Sarah and her expression was blank.

“What are they trying to do with these tools”? I mumbled.

The guard shoved me to the ground and I shot him a deadly glare. I could swear that this particular guard hated me the most. Meeting his gaze, he ...